| Muses Review - Poetry - Winter 2006 |
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| Charles P. Ries poetry: |
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| Charles P. Ries, Poet from Wisconsin |
| The poems are copyrighted to Charles P. Ries. Poems are published in Muses Review with permission from the author. |
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THE LAST TIME by Charles P. Ries Source: The Last Time, (2005) p.31 I was thinking about the last time I was in love. When I realized she was thinking the same things at the same time as I was. The constant erection, forgetfulness and tears. Everywhere was a bed. Everyday our hearts bled into buckets big enough to wet the thirst of 1,000 red roses. Do you suppose love - true love - parts the curtain and allows angels and night visitors to circle this light? A light that smells like cinnamon and sounds like children's whispers. We had only to breathe the same air to believe it. Seven months later she returned to her husband and the sad chains. Love hasn't shown up since, except when I find her in the features of people I see. This nose, those eyes, that chin. They remind me of the last time I was in love. ---------------------------------------- Poet's Inspiration Behind The Poem "The Last Time": I am a great lover of the late Albert Huffstickler and his poetry. I was driving in my car thinking I wanted to write a Huff poem. So many Huffstickler poems have this heightened reflectiveness about them. A few days earlier I was in a check out line and saw a woman who had the exact same nose as a woman I was deeply in love with. It struck me as interesting that just one small physical feature of another person can take a mind back to memories of The Last Time. _________________________________________ Editor's Rating: 3.5 olives Reader's Rating: (not yet rated.) |
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