4 Stanzas for Dominique

1.
Madness,
Dominique it is
Madness – pure, unadulterated
Looking, yes you looking
Out at us viewers, unknown?

2.
Hair, your hair bouncing
In curls, your hair. A touch
Soft of cigarettes between
Lips, pink and pursed together.

3.
Dominique… more… I
Words failing words
Like plates crumbling on floors
That collapse as you walk, float
Across so graceful –
Always so graceful, Dominique.

4.
I, then, hoard away, lock
On rainy days under arms
Looks stored beneath floor boards –
Or, on snowy days, on mountains
Where cars park, waiting, waiting while
Your image, Dominique, is all
Askew, pounding on quiet window
Panes. I look, I do, Dominique,
But…

10 thoughts on “4 Stanzas for Dominique

  1. X August 13, 2015 / 12:41 pm

    Nice structure to this. Each verse a bit of a peeling back of a layer.
    I get to the end feeling she is rather trapped. Can be seen but —
    The walking on the breaking plates is a strong image.

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  2. Snakypoet (Rosemary Nissen-Wade) August 13, 2015 / 1:10 pm

    I love this – so unexpected, so beautiful. I love its somewhat fragmentary feel, like thoughts … and the name Dominique, so musical and romantic. And the 4th stanza most of all.

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  3. Sanaa Rizvi August 13, 2015 / 1:11 pm

    I too love the structure and form of this beautiful piece 🙂

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  4. glmeisner August 13, 2015 / 1:24 pm

    The hidden and open in this poem is well done. I love it.

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  5. Myrna August 13, 2015 / 2:50 pm

    I like this. It leaves a mystery for the reader to unravel. I like the narrator’s hesitant style, like guilty thoughts.

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  6. Sumana Roy August 13, 2015 / 3:07 pm

    I find a mysterious, powerful and a lissome Beauty gracing the stanzas…

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  7. Rall August 14, 2015 / 1:49 am

    Lucky Dominique inspiring such beautiful verse !

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  8. Sherry Blue Sky August 14, 2015 / 2:20 am

    Oh I really like this, the words sort of tumbling and repeating as the poem moves along. This is a very cool technique. I especially love “words failing words like plates crumbling on floors.” Sometimes it is exactly like that! Love it.

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  9. jammy7000 August 19, 2015 / 12:11 am

    A lovely paean to the beauty of one;s beloved. A beautiful poem.

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