Day 14 in the #NaPoWriMo Challenge

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Day 14’s optional prompt, to write a poem that takes the form of a dialogue. ~ via The NaPoWriMo Website

 

So with “Day 14’s Prompt” I have chosen a Poem by Australian Poet – Michael Dransfield via the “Australian Poetry Library”, then after that is my interpretation to the Challenge! 

Happy reading and hope you all enjoy!

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LOVE (dialogue) Poem

Where can we go today.
He’s in Liverpool Street.
We could go to the Park.
Someone might see us.
Where then.
To the house.
Paddington.
Yes.
Let’s find a cab.

Hello. How’re you going.
Good. How’re you.
Fine. Look, can we go upstairs. We’ve got some talking to do.
We just want to talk, honestly.

Of course, but it’s a bit untidy.
We’re used to that. You should see my place.

It’s been too long.
Yes. I couldn’t come before, he’s been home all the time.
O my love.

What’s the time.
Time, what’s that.
The absolute that governs us, you said; a game.
Two o’clock.
I have to be home when the children come in from school.
There’s still a scene unplayed, you can get the two-forty from Wynyard.
All right.

Where will you go.
Melbourne, or north to the sun. Sydney’s best in spring or
autumn. This winter is neither one season nor another.
No leaves, a watery sun, it’s nothing.
I keep thinking about you. I can’t get you off my mind.
But… Look, I’ll write to you when I get settled. Could you leave him?
Not now. I have to wait till…
Yes, I know. How long have you waited with him now?
Too long; more years than I want to remember.
It always comes back to time, doesn’t it.

We’d better get dressed. You’ll miss your train.
It doesn’t matter. Will you ring me before you go?
If I can. It’s a bad scene.
When are you leaving?
In the morning. I’ll stay at Ricks place tonight.
It’s all postponements, isn’t it.
It’s to wait. To be waiting. To have waited. The declension
of us into oldness, into past-tense.
I have to go now.
Always too soon. Why don’t you come with me.
You know it’s impossible. If.
If.
Goodbye.
See you.

By Michael Dransfield (1948-1973)

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My attempt at a DIALOGUE POEM

Hello… I hope you can hear me, she says out aloud.

Wish I could just pick up the phone and hear your voice.

I can still hear your laughter, as I look at the picture of your smiling face.

I hope you are happy and know that we miss you dearly.

You’re forever in our hearts Aunty, no matter where you are.

Tears swell in her eyes as she takes one last look at her Aunty who on this day passed away 12 months ago…

© debradml (2015)

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