<font color=green>They lie side by side,
But apart, not touching,
Separated by inches,
Which may as well be miles.
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This is another outstanding poem, Colin, one that older married couples, especially those with the children grown and gone, can well relate to. It is vividly expressed in just about every line and tells a tale many of us are all too familiar with in our own personal lives. Your poetic talent shines in this impressive poem. Carl.
a very beautiful one..''separated by inches'a very nice work..grace
A very well penned poem. It reminds me about my mom's story. annika
A sure page from someones diary of life extracted by you with finess, I know 'in love' people forget many times the old saying 'action speaks louder than a thousand words' Well done- Regards Ken e Hall
amazing poem... this poem went through my senses and i can really relate with this.. thanks for sharing... best regards, joan d.h.
It sounds like love is still there with the gesture of the 'cup of tea'. Probably why these lovers still stay together. Another touching poem. Sincerely, Connie Webb
I like this a lot, Colin. Fine tone, good images, and the right length. Very nicely done! I gather, unless you let me know otherwise, that the ending is implicitly ironic-that the wife believes she knows her spouse when in fact she doesn't; that thinking he's longing for a nice morning cuppa, she goes off to please him; and that her well-intentioned gesture will only deepen their confusion and estrangement. Am I on target? I am a bit confused by the third stanza: They both stirred, one from sleep, The other in expectation, Hoping, always hoping, Before the day’s harsh light, Banished the dream. I'd thought from the earlier portion that both were lying there already awake. And does the husband still hold out expectation and hope that his wife soon proceeds to dash, or is he already irrevocably submerged in his frustration and hopelessness?
Powerful poem...sad and touching and all too true...seen in all its realness and honesty...with just enough dash of humour to make it bearable. The truth of it hurts and many lovers will recall and recoil from this limbo where couples go when communiction falters and fails. . .and a physcial inch is an emotional mile. love Donall Donall
Yes very complex poem. Rather sad to read, but I find it very positive in general
Good dramatic situation, Colin! Lots of good, true detail. Pathos, and conflict, pos and neg feelings, the complexity of being human. And one feels it in the character you let us inside of, his 'mind screams' (did I quote correctly?) And, to attest to the success of the piece,13-now 14-comments! And thank YOU for your recent comments on several of my own efforts! I apologize for this belated acknowledgement. It means a lot to me when someone takes the time to say something about something I've written.
The scene was so real..so well described..and so common place! it was like watching a movie! well done!
extraordinarily rich in substance..amusing but it really happens sometimes between a couple..hoping and just sleeping over an unfulfilled wish..
Where does this closeness go to? Why do lovers or man and wife drift apart? ? We all need love but often we just don't get it.....Could make for alot less heartbreak, if only Lovers kept the spark alive....This is the first poem of yours I've read and it is really good.Your ability to put the reality of it out there is excellent in here.....marci.xo
does it always have to end this way...? amazing style.You catch the truth when the rest of the world wants to have a sweet ending.
How sad but true this rings to many of us. And nice irony too.
Damn Colin, it's even better than it was last time around. The last verse is a corker. It produces the laugh but intensifies the pathos. The hard reality of old love. I suppose it all depends on how much you enjoy that cuppa or what's been put in! jim
I certainly relate to that Colin! This is my favourite of all your work, sad, touching and ever so true. PR x
As age sets in somehow love loses it glamour. I think it might be old age. nice write