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End Jamb 
The conversation was rife
with well timed
pauses; intended
to keep balance at
bay. I raised my glass, sipped

“We really need to
talk” echoed over
the tinkle of
glass and silver

“Maybe some time” // “apart”


The evening’s exchange wore down, then end-stopped.

Posted by Steven Marty Grant at 2:50 PM Labels: loss, Love, Pain, Regret, Romance, Where does it go, women, Writing Prompt 
first, thanks for linking up at one shot...love the way you play with form...particularly there at the end...it makes a good statement...a tough conversation that...nice write.

July 6, 2010 at 6:00 PM 
"Maybe some time"//"apart"

Love that... :)

July 6, 2010 at 8:09 PM 
Oh, those dreaded words "We really need to talk". You captured the essence of that always awkward conversation brilliantly. Liked the set-up of the poem, too.

July 6, 2010 at 11:02 PM 
i think this was a great entry on One Shot Day..as Brian said, the way you play with it makes a good statement...and the end is great..well done & thanks for joining

July 7, 2010 at 4:39 AM 
Like that - and know this situation well. Very well described. Nice to meet you! Claudia

July 7, 2010 at 11:23 AM 
There are so many ways to take this type of conversation. I like how you've captured the disjointed, emotions not quite engaged yet variety.

July 7, 2010 at 12:06 PM PoeticHeart said...

Very well written...the pauses, the difficulty of words...ended well without callous though the painful understanding....great writing!

July 7, 2010 at 12:34 PM Kira Stann said...

I remember those words "we need to talk". It most often ends up being something I have done wrong! This is a very unique poem, and it really makes you think over the context of those words.

July 7, 2010 at 3:38 PM desk49 said...

Cold as the silver night
Will timed, Keeping balance
Minds already set, decisions made
Before the tinkle of glass


July 8, 2010 at 12:02 PM 
Thanks for all the nice comments! It means a great deal to me.

July 8, 2010 at 6:34 PM