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Special treat today from a vox poetica regular, Ray Sharp. You will remember Ray's other poems featured here, Sternwheeler and Clavicle. Ray has great range; visit his site
and see for yourself. This poem, different from the others, is an
elegant, sensual word picture. The metaphor is perfection. When you
read the words, you see the image and feel the tension in the story. So
few words, such a great story!
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By Ray Sharp
You and I are parentheses.
There is a space between us
(unvoiced, ironic, bounded
by thin moons of restraint),
two bodies symmetrically opposed
enclosing whispered knowings.
What comes next must be said.
Aloud.
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By Ray Sharp
You and I are parentheses.
There is a space between us
(unvoiced, ironic, bounded
by thin moons of restraint),
two bodies symmetrically opposed
enclosing whispered knowings.
What comes next must be said.
Aloud.




warm, sensual, delicious
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I liked this because it is universal to relationships and speaks to the pivotal moments.
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A brilliant metaphor, then that lovely line "thin moons of restraint". I'll never see parentheses again without thinking of this poem.
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Thank you, Rae. I am named for my father's grandmother Rae. I wrote this in 1995 but it's holding up well. What is the relationship, what has been left unsaid, what must come next?
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