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d’Verse Prosery- 5/8/23 Drifting Together

It’s time to decide if you want to meet the challenge of writing prosery to Charles Simic’s following lines of poetry:

On this day without a date,
On a back street, dusky

The long-wedded couple packed a lunch, a bottle of their favorite wine and set off for the beach. Each took a long look at their place then switched off the lights.
He wheeled her to where the sand softened, then carried her to their awaiting dinghy with their refreshments on his back.
His legs nearly gave out, but he never once let her down. He never would.
She is 89 and he is 86. To think that was a scandalous age difference in their teens and meant nothing now, still made them laugh.
The diagnosis was terminal, and hospice was taking over on the fifteenth.
Beyond the point, squeals of laughter echoed across the bay.
The moon and sun took turns and on this day without a date on a back street, dusky lamplights reflected off of the windows of their still darkened apartment.



I love a well told story. If it makes me laugh, all the better.

28 thoughts on “d’Verse Prosery- 5/8/23 Drifting Together

  1. Beautiful photo sitting of couple. Wonderful words written in poem. Lovely & interested.

  2. Oh my .. I am currently dealing with illness among family and dear friends. This made me cry, I suspect your prosery was a wonderful therapeutic for me today.

  3. Susan, this is a nice story with a really sad ending. The couple looks happy though, we are now in their age bracket, or straddle it. I like your picture, I have one like it on my other blog taken when we visited Catalina Island, Italy.

  4. Beyond the point, squeals of laughter echoed across the bay.

    Such a contrast to the background of the story… Beautiful, Susan…

    Much love,

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