my love does yoga
to a double concerto
I flip sides; she showers
as the record spins down
last year's tree stands
still in the corner
we've taken off the bulbs
but left on the lights
don't say a word, just
show me patience
the mail has come;
our message is heard
2011
I just love this poem. Keep them coming! xo
ReplyDeleteThank you Chris! One of my goals is to get some of our magic into words and onto the page. And then deal with the panic when I feel so exposed for posting it :0
ReplyDeleteBy the way, what are you doing up at 3:07am?? You must have had a bad dream :(
Yes, keep them coming!
ReplyDeleteI do the panic thing sometimes, I wake up in the morning and think 'o god, what did i write?'. Sometimes I want to move things, then wahey! Someone's commented and I leave it.
:)
Lisa you wrote a piece on the blues that perhaps fell into that category. If those 12 bars ever got an encore on your blog you might even get a Wahey! in the comments from yours truly :)
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