Uninvited Guest* Annexed

 

We are seated on opposite sides of ottoman,

Brother and sister,

long history of knowledge tenderness contention attachment,

sharing glances psychological plotting.

The uninvited guest plops down between us

large foreign hand touches both our thighs

We look beyond to each other

The intruder senses our bond

 

knows where we belong

but must go separately

Far away from the other

Curled fingers tell us we are

Strangers on infinite journey

And all we know is nothing

The air turns chilly

 

I am fraught with fear

My sister is the braver one

She makes a move to stand

The uninvited guest breathes deeper

Weight she cannot oppose

Our eyes search frantically for each other

But it is too late

 

* http://oursalon.ning.com/profiles/blogs/the-uninvited-guest

 

 

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Comment by Matt Paust on December 7, 2012 at 1:44pm

I think I'm gonna call my sister.  I feel the chill.

Comment by Michael Reid Rubenstein on December 7, 2012 at 2:01pm

Rita, Matt, thank you for reading and responding

Comment by Marlene Dunham on December 7, 2012 at 4:08pm

Chilling.  Love how you've done this.  (but don't say its too late)

Comment by Arthur James on December 7, 2012 at 4:28pm

` I am experiencing a up heave That's Foreign.

I now have my Place to Myself. I was Hospitable.

But, Like in FAUST, a Devil-Force sneaks about.

`

I observed my Returned Daughter Home for Good?

She's been Sad and on the road  with a Sociopath.

I never really Got to Observe that Vile Ego Sort.

I have to be Discreet. But, my Daughter? Saint?

She and I spoke pre-Nuptials. I helped with a car.

he went to College. She was Wooed buy a FOOL.

My partner (estranged) bought her Birth Control.

In Vain-Pride . . . Her Partner Huffed out Door.

It feels a sorrowful as if there was a homicide.

Take Care . . .

Odd?

I can't receive emails. I could earlier.

Odd.

I'll never understand Snoopy Creeps.

POP

UPS

Warn.

I Cuss.

hehaws

`

Thanks

I heard this.

`

What kind of a`Driver can't drive?

A Screw Driver who drives to School.

A grammar School Student Told me.

Later?

Comment by inthisdeepcalm on December 7, 2012 at 8:40pm

Appreciate your poem, as it powerfully suggests my own experience, way on back,

in one forest of youth, where the uninvited makes and breaks these bonds.

Very vivid images.  Hope you bring us more.

Comment by Gary Justis on December 16, 2012 at 1:15pm

A fine piece Michael, knowing you, your sister, and some of your history, it is especially powerful.

Comment by Michael Reid Rubenstein on December 16, 2012 at 9:16pm

Gary, thank you. i'm grateful for your acknowledgment.

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