The Left Side

Inspiration can come at unexpected times. I was exhausted last night, in pyjamas and ready for bed, when the idea for a poem hit me.

It was a gentle blow, not a fist or a slap. I got out the pen and paper. Here is the result.

 

This is christyb, and the sleep had to wait its turn.

 

The Left Side

He took the camera,

Her Left Side

Her left side, a poem.

Held it close to her face,

Captured her lips, her left cheek,

The freckle by her nose.

A left-side portrait, he called it,

Half a face,

For her it was half a connection.

 

He sent her the photo,

An attachment in an email

Titled “You Halfway”,

And hasn’t seen her since.

 

No calls, no late night visits for popcorn,

No hands dipping into bags of chocolate-covered almonds.

 

He’s sure she’s been at work,

Or eating popcorn on her own again,

But he wants to see her again,

He wants to take a photo of her other side.

 

He wonders if there is another freckle on her right-hand side,

He wonders if she wants to show it to him,

He wonders who is photographing her today.

 

©2012 Christy Birmingham

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39 thoughts on “The Left Side

  1. Jane Carroll

    Sweeeet…
    I put in extra e’s so you could tell that I mean ‘sweet’ in the modern sense…of that is really nice…I like it a lot…
    Rather than the syrupy, snippity commentation. Which of course ties in with your recent post about the different way we say words…
    Sweeeeet…

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    1. Christy Post author

      Hi Jane, you are a sweeeeet commentator! Yes words are so much more than the combination of letters, a great point of discussion. Thanks for stopping by!

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    1. Christy Post author

      Thanks Raymond! How nice to see you here today. Yes ‘unique’ is a good description, I’m glad you enjoyed the read. Is that an incoming I hear… I will be around to read your own posts shortly my friend.

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    1. Christy Post author

      Ah yes, left to your own words and thoughts after leaving my own words and thoughts. I like having that effect! Thanks Dana and smiles back to you 🙂

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  2. Sylvia

    Christy,
    I enjoyed. I see beyond the direct words in the poem. We need to be careful that we do not let our chances go by, sometimes they never return but leave us with regret.

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    1. Christy Post author

      Sylvia, thank-you my friend for taking the time to stop by. Second chances may not arise so communicating one’s feelings is important. Live for the present, we know this well don’t we.

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    1. Christy Post author

      Hehe Tori sometimes I am inspired by a piece of dust. Sometimes I just want to sleep! Thanks for stopping by to comment and glad to hear you enjoyed the poem.

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  3. Sue Dreamwalker

    Intriguing… half a picture..tells half a story… and you have me too wondering about the other Half now.. 🙂 And I guess someone in Pjs was thinking about another Half somewhere and wondering perhaps lol..~ Two halves make a whole.. ? LOL… wishing you a good weekend Christy.. as I catch up AGAIN! … 🙂 xx

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    1. Christy Post author

      Halves and pieces together make a whole, and half of a picture is only a portion of the complete photo! We are talking in rhymes Sue and I like it 🙂 Thanks for stopping by my friend and happy weekend to you as well!

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  4. Janet

    My father, who used to be a photographer, said that if you take a photo of a face, put two right sides together (obvious you need to flip the image) and then two left sides together, you get two similar images but one is the “good” self and one is “bad”. I’ve never tried it.

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    1. Christy Post author

      Ooooh the good and the bad. You take the good with the bad, isn’t that the popular phrase? Your father sounds like a wise man. Thanks Janet for stopping by to take a read.

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  5. HINES

    Ooh. This is commentary on relationships of any kind and I like it. Unfortunately, this is how all of my relationships have gone (I’ve been on both sides frequently). she saw it as only half a connection; he felt it was the promise of discovery yet to happen. Our reactions to things tell so much of what we’re made of; if only we can look at them objectively.
    Nice work.

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    1. Christy Post author

      With time we can hopefully begin to look at our past relationships more objectively. Learn from the past, but don’t live in it. Hines, your best relationship is still to come and you will get both sides of the photo, I just know it! Thanks for stopping by.

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    1. Christy Post author

      That is one of my favourite aspects of poetry Red. The way the words can resonate with readers and leave questions at the end long past the last line. Thanks for the kind words.

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  6. Thomas Davis

    Good poem, Christy. There are a lot of aspects to good poetry, but one of those is when a poem gets the reader to construct a story in their heads and apply it to the poem. Add a little dash of uncertainty, as in this poem, and the whole effort comes off shining. Good work!

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    1. Christy Birmingham Post author

      Thanks Thomas! What a great compliment! The unpredictability factor certainly exists in this poem. Thank-you taking time to read through my posts, I really do appreciate it. Take care.

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  7. Aquileana

    Is this poem some kind of ode of virtual relationships?. When you communicate via social networks, perhaps it happens that your profile is cut to suit the preferences of the other.

    And this also applies if you are following a relationship that has began “in the real world”.

    What do we know about the person with whom we have had a quick relationship ( “a touch and go” relation).. Almost anything. Yet, let the benefit of the doubt applies in their favor and let´s go further: What do we really know about ourselves?.

    Do we really recognize both sides of our own faces

    It could take more than a life to get to the full knowledge of yourself.

    It’s like the story of the androgyne of Plato, the search for the other half of beings that were fragmented by divine punishment.

    This sense of being incomplete is the one that sometimes leads us to look for the other half that we can not find in ourselves in other people…

    Well done, my friend, I love it 😉

    Aquileana 🙂

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    1. Christy Birmingham Post author

      Thanks Amalia for stopping by and for the comments! There are many ways to interpret this poem. I did write it as though the person only sees a portion of the self, feeling empty of sorts after a failing of a relationship. I love the way you interpret the words, as well. Take care and chat soon!! (coffee time))

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