by Magi the magical poet is riding the wind again
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March 29, 2006

Limbo Cafe

May 06, 2007 06:25 AM EDT
views: 48 | rating: 9.9/10 (13 votes) | comments: 34

In the Mirror Darkly 02 of 05

  

 

Limbo Cafe

 

 

We spoke about so many trivial things

            over steaming coffee and cream cake

                        in bustling café full of earnest faces talking

            whereas we carefully skirted around

                        that you didn't want me anymore

            though your eyes darting here

                        there and almost everywhere

            except on me

                        clearly spoke of that

            then as my eyes lingered

                        on your mask-like face it came

            suddenly to me that I just

                        didn't believe in you anymore

            so I arose and said goodbye

                        knowing we would never meet again

            thus left with you the dead yesterdays

                        while I walked away with my tomorrow

 

 

See also:

 01 The Fallen Face

 

000 Poetry of the Heart - Table of Contents (for hyperlinks to more poems)

 

The Magi Cafe (for tables of contents of hyperlinks to ALL of my work) 

 

 

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Comments: 34

Wilma M. May 6, 2007, 6:34am EDT
Excellent.

A haunting reminder of a meeting with my first husband at the end of our marriage; that was almost 30 years ago.
Wilma, you must be Superwoman - faster than a speeding bullet.... I've only just posted this.

Thank you very much for the feedback as to the accuracy of the uncomfortable and hollow experience. Thank goodness that we both survived the event and moved on.
Wilma M. May 6, 2007, 7:09am EDT
Glad you mentioned that! I am starting a local race in about 5 hours!

I am more like a slowly moving sloth unfortunately. Gather has been a sloth for me the past 12-18 hours. Very frustrating. I can't sleep and can hardly navigate the site. Takes forever for ANYTHING to load. I have been attempting to write this comment since you posted your initial reply!
elizabeth e. May 6, 2007, 7:30am EDT
I loved the ending, "thus left with you the dead yesterday while I walked away with my tomorrow". Magi, Wilma is a speeding bullet!
Wilma, with your broken arm, ride in the ambulance. Yes, Gather can be a real pain at times. Touch wood, it is operating smoothly in West Oz.
Thank you, Elizabeth - that's how it was.

Wilma is even faster in the ambulance! LOL
William Dotani May 6, 2007, 9:44am EDT
Rather powerful statement. This line, 'on your mask-like face it came' seemed to break the rhythm of you thoughts.
Debbie G. May 6, 2007, 12:09pm EDT
This poem sets me right down at that table, and bounces me up and out the door with you. Loved this, and can so relate!!
Sheila Deeth May 6, 2007, 3:19pm EDT
Really liked this. If pictures tell a thousand words, you tell more with less.
Alison H. May 6, 2007, 6:50pm EDT
You had a sad moment of clarity beautifully expressed, and with an upbeat ending. Good job! I so hate to get dragged down into someone's misery and left there!!
Thank you, William. But no, the line didn't break the rhythm of my thoughts. This poem flowed from mind to pen in less than one minute - as you see it, in fact.
Debbie, thank you, too - we both escaped from the situation, then.
Now that's a lovely compliment, Sheila. Thank you very much.
Alison, thank you for being so kind. But since we walked into the pits together, we leave together. LOL
Jerry Stubbs May 7, 2007, 12:55am EDT
I feel the pain. well done.
Marinela Kotsina May 7, 2007, 1:39am EDT
Somehow I feel this is not the way you react in life, BUT the way you would like to react. I loved the " I walked away with my tomorrow"
It may mean a lot of things this tomorrow , but ( again) I like the use of this word and what we do with tomorrows.
When I was very young and saw the movie: gone with the winds, I thought a lot about Scarlet reference to " tomorrow" .
Late in life I have adopted the acceptence of the meaning " tomorrow"and I still stick with it in the most difficult moments in life. I just stop thinking, empty my PC brain and just order it to understand that there is a tomorrow to think about.
love it Magie
10 ++
Richard Melendez May 7, 2007, 3:58am EDT
Magi... you have described well the hollowness of love gone dry, but I love the way you end it with the hope of tomorrow.
Carol Lloyd May 7, 2007, 4:51am EDT
Excellent.
Thank you, Jerry. I seldom nowadays look in the mirror darkly, only doing so to share an experience.
Marinela, your perception is correct. Before I finally turned my back on the dead yesterdays that had no tomorrow, I tried reconciliation four times. I did so for the sake of the children but it was pure hell. Then I walked away into tomorrow.

Scarlett didn't abandon hope for the tomorrow. The lesson, though, is that the tomorrow is actually hope. And that there is every reason to hope for better days when we have changed our present situation, thereby opening the door - then having the courage to walk through it.

I got your email and will reply to it shortly.

Love and Light to you, my friend.
Thank you, Richard. Without belief in the other person there can be no love. A new beginning ushers in hope.
Carol, you are kind. Thank you.
Edward Nudelman May 8, 2007, 11:33am EDT
really fine mood here of almost detachedness, with an underlying heartstring that has been tugged until it fell off. Love the deadpan tone, and "thus left with you the dead yesterdays," is powerful. Superb.
Ed, thank you very much for coming along and for your generous comments.
queen.susan . May 8, 2007, 7:36pm EDT
Of all that I've read of your writings, I must say that THIS is my FAVORITE!!
Very well done!!
Why, thank you very much, Susan - how nice of you to say that.
Faith H. May 9, 2007, 5:48pm EDT
Magi, this speaks so clearly to my experience as well, you've touched a nerve and a heartstring here. The darting eyes, the deadpan look. Ah yes.
Faith, my friend, thank goodness those days are behind us. It's seldom that I look into the mirror darkly.
John Harris Beck May 10, 2007, 12:36pm EDT
The experience is dark, but the mirror of the poem is all clarity.
Thank you, John. I cleaned the mirror before looking into it.
Cindy, thank you for coming along and for your suggestion. I prefer what I have done - I wanted it to be abrupt, like the sudden realization that came, followed by my rising up and leaving.

Nevertheless, Cindy, your suggestion is food for thought - perhaps for another poem but with a different slant.
Minakshi w. Jul 11, 2007, 1:23am EDT
Magi, I just joined Lisa's group, The Poetry Review. I was scrolling down her list of poems in her indexed article. Came by here cos of the title. Very apt! Your poem is sharp and to the point, leaving the reader with a good feeling that someone walked away from a bad situation with her head held high and optimism.
Great poem!
Minnie, thank you very much. I'm so pleased that your eye fell on this when you were reading the Review. Welcome to my world.

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