Seriously, there’s still so much to do
winter snows, my joints ache,
eyes too (I’ve a list).
I lean back
and it’s you:
flushed from flapping our sheets
bearing unasked-for treats
(a trace of your perfume)
or late lifting this heavy bloom to gold.
Image: Photo by Aral Tasher on Unsplash – A quadrille for Dverse where Mish is hosting and asks us to write on flush.
And some summery music today (just right for lounging on a the hood of green Chrysler) – here’s Ahmad Jamal with Poinciana from 2014.
Love and company keep the world turning. Such an intimate portrait of two.
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your poetry always has the unexpected touch – unpredictable from line to line which makes it so inviting to read. you give your readers an inkling and make us fathom the rest –
surely an ode to Spring
“or late lifting this heavy bloom to gold.”
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Splendid use of internal and near-rhyme.
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Thanks Misky, glad you liked.
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Thank you for sharing this intimate moment, Peter. I especially love the light touch of ‘bearing unasked-for treats’ and the aside, ‘a trace of your perfume’.
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Very nice description of her making the bed and bringing food. I especially liked this line: “flushed from flapping our sheets”
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Thanks Frank.
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A bait of a conundrum for me … and I have a feeling that was just as intended!
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I really love this;
I lean back
and it’s you:
flushed from flapping our sheets
such intimacy there
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I love this, Peter. Such intimacy…
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Thanks Dale, glad you liked it. The quadrille’s such a fun form.
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A tender little snapshot of love that just lures you in. Enjoyed the internal rhyme as well.
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Thanks Mish, glad you enjoyed.
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Beautiful. So much expressed in a brief space. ❤
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Thanks Shayleene, glad you liked.
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