Broken Record
Once I prayed for a lover who would
treasure me, pleasure me, measure me by
no other standard but my own.
Together on the porch swing,
humming that Simon & Garfunkel tune
(and what a time it was, it was…)
Me, the deer who steered clear
of headlights, and he, my
melancholy golden boy.
Long sweetsweat hours of
erotic coupling, rolling, gripping,
souls afire, blinding, shining oneness.
Picture him as he stays to graze,
then strays to the next aster-speckled
pasture, scent of honey drawing him away.
Betrayal, best rendered in coal black,
ebony spray to cover the mirror and the
rosy glasses though which a love
was seen blooming in pale, fragile hues
of pink and yellow, delicate colors
of columbine swaying in our meadow.
Uproot it all now, fling it into the coals
of after the afterglow. Let lost love
crackle until only powdered ash remains.
Once I prayed for a lover who would
treasure me. Golden was he indeed,
and golden still, shining out of my reach.
© 2012 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil
Triple prompt: Sunday Scribblings asked for Treasure, while Poetic Bloomings wanted Betrayal. Those two concepts seem like star-crossed lovers at times. Then the Sunday Whirl gave me inspiring words: Swing, Gold, Melancholy, Rosy, Pray, Spray, Powders, Glasses, Erotic, Pale, Fling, Strays, and Cover. Also posted at my poetic meadow, Poets United. Also for dverse Open Mic Night!
Sharp Little Pencil 
oldegg
The broken record that is always good for a retelling, but why not. What was good then may now be great and what was bad was perhaps not so bad after all. It’s your memory, do what you like with it, but it was still a great education.
markwindham
ah, the one that got away…I look back on those now, and while there might be good memories, I still think, they were not all that. Good job, really liked the opeing stanza.
vivinfrance
Wow, lyrically sad, so beautifully flowing, that I didn’t notice the Wordle words at all!
Jae Rose
‘sweetsweat’ is hard to lose..perhaps that one we keep on record guides us through life..there but not there?..another heart felt rich song of words..jae
brenda w
Let lost love / crackle until only powdered ash remains.
Indeed. I love this, Amy. Excellent exploration. I’m going to read it again, now. Thanks.
Lance
I love the first part. My wife always says “i want you to treat me different, better than everyone else. I want to be your number one.”
I loved this. It’s romantic but strong and vibrant.
aleerily
Amy coming to understand the tick that makes you; you by your terms, somewhat clearer each time I visit “the pencil”. There is extreme beauty and pain portrayed. I feel both. Great piece, Hon!
aleerily
Logged into the wrong site, darn the luck. The last voice calling across the lake. Walt.
julespaige
Sometimes we compare our current fair to the one that got away…not seeing that what we have evolved into or with is perhaps a better treasure. But alas those memories remain. Well wordled.
Thanks for your kind words and visit.
kaykuala
Long sweetsweat hours of
erotic coupling, rolling, gripping,
souls afire, blinding, shining oneness.
This overwhelmed, Amy! It’s powerful,sensuously clasping with yearnings. Broken record so it is! But what really mattered were the many memories that governed the two hearts. Remember all the good times as above. Betrayals or ‘strayers’ antics were minor diversions. Great write Ma’am!
Hank
Daydreamertoo
To be cast aside while he moves on to other honey luring him away. How sad. In my eyes, he wasn’t worth keeping anyway, golden boy or, not. But those memories when they come flooding back can certainly come in a torrent.
Really enjoyed this Amy. Very touching and sensual too in some ways.
brian miller
leaves me a bit sad in the end…for never finding one that truly treasured them…makes me think though on where we set the bar and did we miss them in waiting for what we imagined…
lmkazmierczak
Well woven with record breaking rhymes♫♪
Madeleine Begun Kane
Beautifully done!
Timoteo
I love this.
And you outdid yourself with your comment for me…still grinning about it!
Renee Espriu
Sometimes life can be like that…always looking. Your heart felt poem is what many want to say and cannot. Well written.
Joseph Harker
Nice job getting all those threads in at once, and beyond that, bringing in so many devices (the colors, repetition, alliteration…) “Melancholy” and “golden” come together so rarely that it can blindside you when they cohabitate in the same person.
jannatwrites
This is impressive. I held on tight as you took me on the roller coaster of completely in love, to devestated, then to longing. (Though in my experience, the memories are often more glorious than the reality :))
Misky
Your work always transfixes me, and this one is no exception, Amy. Well done.
Berowne
That guy had no idea, the treasure he lost…
1sojournal
Beautifully written, filled with sense imagery, and a memory most of us can easily relate to,
Elizabeth
http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/
tigerbrite
This poem is a treasure 🙂
Cathy
Oh yea, this poem rocks
seingraham
I like this Ames but I’m not sure I totally believe you didn’t end up with the one who treasures you best of all … still and all, not getting what your heart desires makes for a far better poem, I agree …
http://aleapingelephant.blogspot.it/2012/07/memory-pales_4615.html
SaraV
Amazing how you wove those words into such a potent emotional poem. You are golden!
Polly Robinson
This one has it all, rhythm, tone, story, etc – good stuff
Paige
lovely and perceptive…humans and our plans.
gently written.