It’s a Couples World
and he’s walking away from me
toward the opening door.
I’m not about to let him get away.
Someone from years ago; his tall head
of tight black curls. His companion
just as tall; totally opposite with
straight, like a stick straight, blonde hair.
The one who never speaks and in
whom I have no interest. There was
a birthday party under negotiation.
But the invitation was to us: as a couple.
I’m widowed I said. And the negotiations,
which had gone on for an hour (or a minute-
it’s a dream after all); cease as they walk
to that door. Me, making one more attempt
to waylay them. Partly in the dream,
partly; here as I wake; age catches up.
“Trip to the verge of reality.”
Look what you did.
I got the dream down.
Benita H. Kape (c) 4.4.2021
And last but not least, our daily optional prompt. Poetry often takes us to strange places – to feelings and actions that are hard to express except through the medium of a poem. To the “liminal,” in other words – a place or sensation that exists at or on both sides of a boundary or threshold, neither one thing or the other, but something betwixt and between.
So I took an opening door by “Liminal Spaces,” having been in surgery recently I nearly wrote about that. But it seemed to real. Although I have been to the surreal in a surgical operation in the past two years.