Rust scratches
the pale.
The gate--a slow release--jerking.
The turning knob,
touched by too many,
ornate script worn away.
In and out.
Not worth the time...
Chips left on the white,
Rub them--
Still there.
Never gone completely.
"Rendezvous" has a Z in it, my dear. (Using the "vous" form of the French verb "rendre" in the phrase "rendre visite," which translates directly to "to visit," the word "rendezvous" is a bit of a French idiom--spelled r.e.n.d.e.z.v.o.u.s.)
There. You can skip French class today. ;^) That's the most I've thought about French in weeks.
Posted by: Karissa at April 5, 2004 1:44 PMToo bad the blogs don't have a spellchecker. I am getting as bad as Donne. :-0
Posted by: Amanda at April 5, 2004 3:18 PMAnd I got a B on the test that I thought I did so badly on. I never skip classes--that is, unless I forget about them.
Maybe I should skip a class here or there next semester. No. Then I would just get paranoid about what I missed. I hate not knowing what is happening.
Posted by: Amanda at April 5, 2004 3:25 PMI was just kidding around about skipping class, Amanda. I've missed classes with reasonable excuses, but I've never skipped a class. Ever. And I don't intend to do so, either.
Posted by: Karissa at April 5, 2004 4:40 PMBtw, I like the poem, dearest. Nice imagery. I don't think I really "get" what you're talking about, but that's okay, right? ;^)
Posted by: Karissa at April 6, 2004 10:06 AMThat's okay...I wanted it to have a double meaning--not everyone may "get it."
I will tell you what it means in person--I want to leave room for discussion about the meaning here. If you have any ideas--feel free to post them. :)
Posted by: Amanda at April 6, 2004 10:12 AM