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Post by rrw on Jan 6, 2012 11:13:35 GMT -5
The bedroom stays moderately cold since your departure. Particularly that side of the bed you claimed for your own when we first moved in, “The Right Side.” The name chosen by you, no doubt, to commemorate your point of view whenever we argue over some important, domestic issue like whether or not I should toss my dirty socks in the middle of the living room floor, leaving them there to pile up until “Laundry Sunday.” Can’t say I regret the absence of your snoring even though it wasn’t an unpleasant sound, more like a baby breathing than a locomotive passing through our apartment. But that thick blob of golden brown hair that always clogged the bathtub drain? No, I don’t miss that at all! Standing ankle deep in lukewarm water every time I needed to take a shower isn’t a fond memory.
Often I forget that you’re not here, asking you a question as I place my one plate and fork into the dishwasher, or rolling over, in the middle of the night, my fingers needing to feel you next to me as I sleep... and touching nothing but darkness. Sometimes I hear a funny story at work and say to myself, “She’ll get a kick out of that...” then realize you won’t be there when I get home.
I suppose it really doesn’t matter, though, 'cause you never laughed at my jokes... only at me.—rrw 1-4-12
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Post by Lisa Arnold on Jan 6, 2012 16:29:41 GMT -5
I love this one Robert, excellent writing!
many thanks to you for sharing and posting!
I much enjoiyed the read!
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Post by rustybroadspear on Jan 6, 2012 17:03:26 GMT -5
if this is based upon truth, then I would think there are many 'suddeny alone' folk who have probably had exact (or similar) experiences. i thought it was well written and also quite humorous (forgive the latter if it wasn't your intention but we each interpret what we read). I trust you have sent her a copy ....................
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Post by heart2heart on Jan 7, 2012 1:11:34 GMT -5
Well the last words said it all. I think these are normal after-thoughts we can all relate to. It's nice when people open up and share their personal life with us like you are doing here in your story. Heart2Heart
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Post by rrw on Jan 7, 2012 13:55:00 GMT -5
I love this one Robert, excellent writing!
many thanks to you for sharing and posting!
I much enjoiyed the read! Thanks, Lisa!
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Post by rrw on Jan 7, 2012 14:00:22 GMT -5
if this is based upon truth, then I would think there are many 'suddeny alone' folk who have probably had exact (or similar) experiences. i thought it was well written and also quite humorous (forgive the latter if it wasn't your intention but we each interpret what we read). I trust you have sent her a copy .................... Well, I think like all art there is a bit of "real" to it as well as just imagination.... but the idea and/or feelings of the peace are truthful in the sense that the speaker experienced them either in real time or imaginary time. As far as the "funny" goes, that seems to be how things come out with me... there's a balance that happens: Look for the serious in funny and the funny in the serious. There's a line from Beckett's Endgame that really influences my writing: " There's nothing funnier than unhappiness."
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Post by rrw on Jan 7, 2012 14:02:08 GMT -5
Well the last words said it all. I think these are normal after-thoughts we can all relate to. It's nice when people open up and share their personal life with us like you are doing here in your story. Heart2Heart Well, I think there's nothing more personal than art... writing would be even more difficult if it wasn't personal...
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Post by purplespirit on Jan 8, 2012 17:54:00 GMT -5
It may seem a story that's happening to anyone, happened in routine life, nothing spectacular - BUT is has so very much to tell, it makes me feel those sentiments involved and in one moment it stirs melancholy, in the next instant it creates a smile. Great art RRW therefore a great poem in deed! Thank you! Ulla xx
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Post by rrw on Jan 8, 2012 20:12:45 GMT -5
Thanks, PS! I think there's a fine line between the imagination and real life... a Piece of art is made of both. AND we hope that the ausience will have a real wxperience in this real/imgainary world we write about.
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