Reciprocation

Reciprocation

A Poem by Ben Taylor

Toes dangling
In the early winter darkness,
I watch the quiet street
Below me.
The bough supporting me
Creaks beneath the weight
Of my shivering.
Leafless and claw-like,
The branches around me
Vainly scratch at the sky,
Seeking to dislodge an unwary
Twinkle.
Across the street, a window
Whispers as it is opened.
Blonde hair silently slips
Though the opening,
Her jacket hiding her from
The winter.
He stands, relinquishing his seat
By the birch.
She looks the wrong way,
Hiding hands in warm pockets.
He whispers--
She turns, and smiles.
He wraps arms around her,
Her jacket rustling in protest.
She holds him tightly.
I place my own arms about the
Frigid trunk of my hiding place,
But the branches only crackle softly,
Coldly.

© 2011 Ben Taylor


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Really touching but sad as well. Great write Ben and kudos!

100/100

Posted 13 Years Ago


Nice, man. I felt this one. Listening to "Motorcycle Drive-by" by Third Eye Blind as I read this really fit the mood.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Bittersweet. More bitter no doubt for your observer. Your attention to detail in her small motions are perfect. Just enough. Not overdone. And then the cold contrast of the observer in his embrace, brilliant. I truly hope you are He and not the fellow with his toes dangling.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Dude. I've been gone so long I don't even know how to write a god damned review anymore... But I'll be dead long before I can no longer feel. I felt this. At first I wasn't sure why the person whose view the poem is from is in the tree, but in the end I like not knowing. Yeah, the last four lines.. Man, you nailed something there. I wanted to read a poem tonight, so I figured I'd dust off this site. You'll be glad to know I searched you before I read anything to break in the night. Thank you.

Posted 13 Years Ago


This is quite sad. And, obviously, very skillfully created--otherwise that sadness would not have been so strongly conveyed.
But be warned, Ben, these days, there are no lovesick perchers in trees, there are only dangerous stalkers.

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Added on October 28, 2011
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Ben Taylor
Ben Taylor

Columbia, MO



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