This time, a 2005/2002 time warp.
The Space BetweenMore times than not,
the space between
dominates all.
You cannot be
closer if there
is no distance
to begin with.Living spaces
never/always
filled. The space where
I wait for you.Because there are
open spaces,
interior
places made for
fillling. And with
You the pattern
is completed
as no other.Frozen instants
when nothing is
and one second
flashes over
into the next.
Those strained spaces
flash on and off
with passing time
so fast no one
else can see them.I say say you
love me in a
space between soup
and meat between
myself and cool
sheets. I say show
me as space turns
on and off. I'm
sure you can't fill
the space between.So I'm surprised
again as you
never fail to
fill the empty
spaces your lips
against mine, our
bodies bending
the space between.© 2005, Steven Riddle
And the original--actually the third revision circa 2002
The Space Between
I.
More often than not,
the space between
dominates. You cannot be
closer if there
is no distance
to begin.More simply:
the space between seconds
makes time flow evenly.
Measure it down to
size unimaginablefinally
there is a break
when one second spills
over into the next.More importantly:
the breathing
spaces, the livingspace
never/always filled,
the space where
I waitfor you. Because some
spaces
interiorplaces were made to be
filled. You complete
the pattern as
no other.
II.The frozen instants
when nothing is
and one second flashes
over into another.
Those strained spaces
flash on and off
with passing time
so fast no one can see.I say
say you love me
in the space between
the soup and meat
between myself
and the cool sheets.
I say show me
as space turns on
and off. I'm sure
you can't
fill the space
between us.So I'm surprised
again and again
as you never fail to
fill the empty spaces
your lips against mine,
our bodies bending
the space between.© 2005, Steven Riddle
In this case, I didn't formalize the structure as much. There is no rhyme scheme--deliberately, but the line length is dictated syllabically. The plus side of this is that it forces language control and energizes the lines naturally. In the "free verse version" there were all sorts of spacing tricks and line break tricks to beef up what is really pretty lame in terms of line breaks. In addition, there is an odd sort of relativity element that intrudes and nearly takes over the middle of the poem. By forcing the lines into strict syllable counts, I also force the directness of thought. What happens is that the first part of the poem takes on a "Song of Solomon" like love poem quality in which the speaker appears to address God. It only becomes clear in the last stanza that he addresses God through the person most immediately with him. There's still work to be done--but I thought you'd like to see what goes on in a poetry workshop--how things are shaped, cobbled together, taken apart and restructured. In actuality, I had to go back to a version of this poem composed in 1984 to get to the new version. That is why versioning is so important, and why the computer at once does us a service and a disservice. Too often we leave no paper record of all the versions and this is bad because it is sometimes an early or intermediate version that more directly inspires the finished product. Anyway--here's one more example of how to build a poem--and this, as always is awaiting polish.