Now, after all this time
I come full circle
And he tells me
He could still love me
That he has never forgotten
He wants to serve me
Breakfast in bed
And i’m wondering
How after all these years
He still has my head spinning
He was my beginning
My reason for living
The hand I had to hold
And I gave him my innocence
And along with it, my soul
And I know, he knows me
From the inside out
Maybe better than I know myself
And it makes me tremble
And it scares me still-
Like the pool I drowned in
A long time ago
-If I dip my toes in
If I let him know
He’s getting to me
I might be his one and only
He might be my destiny
And with God as my witness
I might let him make me
-Breakfast
Please tell me what you think
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Eyeball the past
with
the depth of your presence
not
the wool of a child
or
the trust of pubescence
....or...
how about
a nice bowl
of granola
this morning,
Deary?!
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Today I am wondering how you are doing ...
and here I am reading your Full Circle ...
And: I am almost sure you left (one of) the first comment(s) on my poetry on this website!
Whatever happened to the breakfast, Poetess?
How ARE you? Please let me know!
Love
Myra
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Breakfast is More than it seems!
A beginning, a most anticipated journey in a day.
Who'd have thought? Eggs Benedict would be the ultimate, but...hey.
toast and coffee is as much to be expected while
deciding on a love that seemingly fit behind the serving table.
Lovely piece of peering in, dear poet!
Warmly, Dianne the CookieZealeth.
as from me...
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I really enjoyed the contrast of the past with the present, and the scared feelings with the hopeful (if unrealistic) feelings at the end... The "breakfast in bed" image is inspired as a metaphor for love. A very good read. Glad I clicked!
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I didn't say though, I liked the ending.
I do like the ending.
Your acute hand plays throughout the piece...I disdain of the feminine weakness portrayed. I gather you're strong...and know you are creative. Why bow down to someone who is not? Maybe I'm jealous...or envious. I will never ever understand the interplay of human relationships. I'm lucky I ever got laid. -
I wouldn't have started thinking about half of these ideas you have put in your poetry. The way you present your ideas and it gave me a good chuckle in parts. I am gobsmacked this was just amazing!
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The man from the East?
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Make him make you breakfast, then tell him to fuck off. He's a predator.
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better breakfast in bed than dinner in a dumpster...
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Oh. This is a sweet little poem that you have going on here.
It sounds like you're up to your ears with feelings for this guy. I know how downright exciting and scary that can be. And I kind of detected a little hope and wishful thinking too. You did a good job of expressing yourself here.
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Breakfast is important... :-)
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nicely written
I like how this poem shows the vulnerability of the writer, as well as the hope for the return of something once treasured. Good Job!
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good flow
i loved the flow, expecially: it is pretty well written. You described in a cute way the situation you had in mind...
Thanx for sharing! -
well articulated
Excuse me I think your vulnerability is showing. lol
Being an old dawg myself, I used to invite them for a late supper / Never for breakfast.
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that was really cute. I love the ending. It is a love poem but not the mushy gushy stuff. I really enjoyed reading it and it reminded me of my God sister and Best friend who has gone through it so many times with the same man. Great write and thank you for sharing
Stephanie
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