…and what treasured names to drop. Beautiful poem.
L
There is an air of melancholy ,
blue skied and dawdling;
holding my thoughts for ransom
in a room full of adjectives and metaphors,
but, no coffee to speak of.
I looked at Pablo
and he looked back at me
and I knew it would be sighs
until breakfast
gathering flowers
and planting seeds of innuendo
under blushing cherry trees.
IL
A sunrise is like whispers
through my curtains
as I watch my lover sleep,
weeping at my fortune to have such a man;
second chances on a brand new April day.
This cardinal, tapping on the window
as if to say “do not waste the morning.”
Spring makes me think of Emily
and daffodils.
111.
This has been one of those days
when you sit on the front porch swing
(the one we were supposed to grow old on, )
asking yourself what you’ve done,
or haven’t.
Elizabeth…
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Thank you so much for re-blogging and for your kind words ❤
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Always a pleasure. 🙂
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