Rallentanda

Rallentanda

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Crushed by Love


completely captivated
overwhelmed by the
irresistible smell colour
and texture of my larger
than life sized love
warned by all
that this obsession
would lead to my demise

I know why some of us are
drawn to damage
drawn to danger
drawn to dross
like moths to the flame

I know how to read
I know they are right
I try
I try
to resist
to grapple
to struggle
too late
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27 comments:

  1. MarianneMay 27, 2010 at 5:50 AM

    So true, some of us are drawn to danger like a moth to the flame. Must be the bad girl buried inside me! Lindsay Lohan ... nah, more like Betty White!

    Good one, Rall ... and that photo is spectacular! Where did you find it???

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  2. Russell CJ DuffyMay 27, 2010 at 5:56 AM

    C'mon, get you arse into gear and get published!!!

    Smashing.

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  3. rallentandaMay 27, 2010 at 7:21 AM

    Ah Cecil Jeeves me ole darlin'...you sure know
    how to sweet talk a girl!

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  4. rallentandaMay 27, 2010 at 7:26 AM

    Marianne I imagine you more of a Donna Reed
    or Loretta Young or Greer Garson:)That picture is a fair dinkum ripper isn't it!

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  5. Madame DeFargeMay 27, 2010 at 2:43 PM

    I agree with CJ - get published, be famous, then we can all say we saw you here first.

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  6. MarianneMay 27, 2010 at 3:22 PM

    HA! Donna Reed ... by far the nicest thing anyone's said to me all day!!!

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  7. flaubertMay 27, 2010 at 6:35 PM

    Rall
    Love this and who cannot resist a big juicy hamburger. Great answer to the prompt. Great poem! (BTW is that Miss Love my husband says it is but I say no).
    Pamela

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  8. rallentandaMay 27, 2010 at 7:38 PM

    Yep Flaubert, husband is correct!

    Merci Madame. Fame,nah! Just like hangin' out with me ole French knitter mates!

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  9. Stan SkiMay 27, 2010 at 8:25 PM

    You want fries with that...?
    Love the humouros approach to this prompt.

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  10. rallentandaMay 27, 2010 at 9:00 PM

    The above hamburger art work is by one of my favourite contemporary artists the brilliant
    David LaChapelle.

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  11. vivienne blakeMay 28, 2010 at 12:29 AM

    Being very slow on the uptake, it wasn't until I read the comments that I realised the hamburger was your aphrodisiac! I had visualised a great big scruffy hunk of a man!

    The naughty oops pic: is that from Candide?
    Newly divorced and (temporarily) completely 'off' men, I went to see the musical version of Candide, and was bouleversée by that opening scene!

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  12. rallentandaMay 28, 2010 at 1:24 AM

    I don't do scruffy hunks in hamburgers, men or poetry,Viv.You should never base your understanding of a poem on the comments. They could all be wrong and you could be right.That is one of the things I love about poetry.

    The pic is from a book of 18th century German drawings. I chose the least controversial (so to speak) of them so as not to cause offense to the more culturally inhibited. Of course this not does apply to you raunchy Poms.

    The rest of the drawings are extremely rude and titillating so I hesitate to give you the name as it may cause heart murmurs.

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  13. vivienne blakeMay 28, 2010 at 2:53 AM

    Oh, I've already got those - no need for naughty pix!

    I'm glad you're not into scruffy hunks and hamburgers - it would have destroyed my vision of you as a sophisticated young sybarite.

    ViV

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  14. UnknownMay 28, 2010 at 3:42 AM

    That's one Big Burger, Rall! I'm glad we are both being witty this week (well, I hope I am!). You'll notice I put an "a" in Queans, which makes them altogether different creatures!

    WV: fatsusn!

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  15. rallentandaMay 28, 2010 at 4:58 AM

    Oops! I thought you were just a bad speller!

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  16. Linda FrancesMay 28, 2010 at 5:07 AM

    Love the pace of this poem.

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  17. Cynthia ShortMay 28, 2010 at 5:59 AM

    On the surface, this piece is all good fun and lightly humorous, but underneath there is a darker truth we all deal with...great as usual!

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  18. rallentandaMay 28, 2010 at 6:25 AM

    Have you met Ms Short?
    She is quite a sport.
    A southern belle she aint
    Her plain talkin' is quaint
    Her hubby is cute
    Wears very nice boots
    She says he's so fine
    Back off gals he's mine

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  19. Linda GoinMay 28, 2010 at 7:56 AM

    You've managed to help me envision all my former husbands and lovers as food. Even without the image, these lines, "irresistible smell colour / and texture of my larger / than life sized love" might make me think of food. But, then, I'm a bit of a fool any large items covered in chocolate. You don't have chocolate?

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  20. rallentandaMay 28, 2010 at 8:02 AM

    I love chocolate but wrote this poem to the hamburger pic.I envision my former husbands and lovers as giant pains in the arse. Must be age!

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  21. brenda wMay 29, 2010 at 6:03 AM

    Beautiful well crafted piece. I rolled with the words, and laughed at the picture.

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  22. rallentandaMay 29, 2010 at 6:12 AM

    I'm glad it gave you a laugh Brenda. My blog aims to put smiles on dials.

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  23. MaryMay 30, 2010 at 10:42 AM

    Priceless poem. Loved it. There is nothing quite like a BIG hamburger! I was GOING to write a poem about a meal I was craving, but I passed on that subject....now I wish I'd gone for it. Too late. LOL.

    http://inthecornerofmyeye.blogspot.com/2010/05/yes.html

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  24. Tumblewords:May 30, 2010 at 8:04 PM

    I was always, too, too late, too late by a mile. A double for me, please. :)

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  25. rallentandaMay 30, 2010 at 11:11 PM

    Tumblewords you and me both

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  26. UmaMay 31, 2010 at 12:24 AM

    Good one Rall.

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  27. PattiJune 4, 2010 at 12:15 PM

    loved that; very creative! Thanks

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