I will sing of our winter now
approaching
the too brittle thoughts
while lifting small
logs to the fire,
an evening’s chill wrapped
about your smile.
Our thinning view and window
pane glances over our shoulders
where the white birch has so few leaves
in reflection.
Was Spring that long ago?
The corners of your eyes, laugh
line upon line
with memory
and considered dreaminess, lost
absently in the way
you reach for my hand.
It was Summer, then,
and my hand firmly set within
yours, when we found
our way,
thinking seasons and beaches
never end.
Roll over, you say now,
to my snoring, to the cat’s cries,
to our daughter’s visits
or the alarm clock which awakens
morning with or without us;
you, off looking for coffee.
When did you stop looking for me?
With dried roses
yellowing by the kitchen
and blue violets on your desk,
I tuck another blanket away,
cover the couch with a comforter,
while you arrange books behind your eyes
reading another Grisham or Patterson.
So I kiss your neck,
bring my offerings of yesterday’s
pastries warmed
and wonder,
why this Winter is so cold,
why you never take time
to read me.
~r.
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© January 7, 2008 R. Braley
(astralshepherd)
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sad but thoughtful write . . accepting love and continuing on is cold sometimes . . like "an evening's chill wrapped about your smile" and "why you never take time to read me" . . nice job !
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Carole, thank you - i appreciate your stopping by to comment and as well as the applause.
blessings and best wishes,
~r.
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You write with such wondrous woundedness ...
and loss truly becomes gain in your poetry ... How I wish to sit with you, looking at those sharp eyes, taking in every nuance of life, molding it into bold pictures of brittle beauty.
You touched my heart with your poetry and with your being, do you know?
And even unintended, the wonder still lingers in Winter, only a few words apart ... And between the lines the nearness speaks loud, no matter how distant the heart ...
Love
Myra
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Myra, thank you for your wonderful comment, your words, your work, you, touch my heart as well...you encourage me more than you could ever know.
blessings and best wishes,
~r.
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I was right about you, you do have a poets heart; but it is more than that, you have a poets soul. I must say that this one is stunning. It speaks volumes of a tired heart. One that loves and gives with all he has, and still keeps giving and loving. I think I have fallen in love with you.
Kelli
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oh I thought that this was a truly wonderful write that kept me captivated throughout keep doing well and I hope your new years is truly blessed
love the rev papa
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I think your closing lines here should grip the heart and mind of every reader and make them think, I mean REALLY think about what they want from each and every relationship they have. I have made it my goal, my priority and yes, even my job in this lifetime to place my husband number one in my life. There is nothing I allow to interfere with that. Not relatives, not friends, not the kids, not the computer, not my love for reading or writing or anything else because I know when all those things fail me... my husband will be the one who still stands beside me, he has proven that and the least I can do... the VERY least... is honor and protect that love that I hold so dear. This should really put things in perspective... or hopefully so, for so many who wonder why relationships don't work for them or wonder what they are doing wrong. Love isn't fleeting and loyalties don't die unless we allow it through negligence. Thank you Richard for reminding me again what it should all be about. You say things in a way like no other poet can.
♥ Touchof1der
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well, after being married for thirty-seven years, the reality of how we relate to each other overshadows pretty much all the other things in life...i think that is why we are still together, we make considered effort to keep the lines of communication open - its not an easy task, loving another person, especially a crusty ol fart like me. Thanks for your lovely comment and the generosity of your applause, i appreciate it.
blessings and best wishes,
~r.
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Richard, this is one of the most beautiful poems I've read from you, one of the most beautiful poems I've read in a while. This is beautiful, and beautifully sad... why does love turn cold...? They say people change and forget to tell each other, the importance of communication, of taking just a little time, and yes, the little things too... your poem brought me to that thought again - and it will stay with me.
Such a soft, gentle voice here ...Simply beautiful poetry. This one just grabbed me by the heart for its sheer beauty and impact.
~ Nicolette
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Oh..my..gosh..this took my breath away. It is beautifully sad. The loss of passion for one, and the desire for another. Fire burns in your pen richard. Gorgeous!!! A favorite for me I think!!
Sam
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beautiful... a wonderful transition, describing the evolution of love and thoughts, the way in which we see and what we seek from our partners... so subtle, so gradual within the piece, it imitates the ways in which I've witnessed the change take place in life...
lovely in a bittersweet and saddening, very realistic way...
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