Someday she'll fly

The fervor of

his kisses

once paralleled

the embers of a flame,

an ineffable passion.

Now they bear

a semblance to
the pecks of a bird,

barely feeding

to survive

someday

she’ll fly.

 

Reviews

[Hannah]

Very well portrayed. It is such a shame when infatuation turns into just another duty to attend to.

[Kelly Scheppers]

...thank you so much, Hannah. I love your name!

[Ted Kniffen]

A couple in our area recently celebrated 72 years of marriage, no doubt his kisses may now be the pecks of a bird, but glowing embers produce the tastiest meal. ;P Well done, Kelly

[Kelly Scheppers]

Wow, 73 years...that's quite an accomplishment! Thank you, Ted!

[Ken Simm.]

The losses counted in time of a love when it becomes association by rote. This is one of the true tragedies of life. I love this poem. It bears witness to this loss of love but it is beautiful in its own right.

[Kelly Scheppers]

Thank you for feeling the weight of my words, Ken. Surprisingly enough, too many couples fall victim to such a scenario. I really appreciate your thoughts!

[Ken Simm.]

This I know of old. And I do mean old.

[Kelly Scheppers]

I was once told that age is a matter of mind. If you don't mind, it doesn't matter!

[Ken Simm.]

Trouble is two things go when you get to my age. The first is your memory and I can't remember what the second is.

[Kelly Scheppers]

...lol, that's good one!!

[redzone]

it is sad indeed when love turns to habit, from passion to simple embers... this doesn't have to happen, though it does far too often I think... one of the things that always got to me was seeing a couple sitting in a restaurant and not speaking or even looking at each other as though words have left them... I know you don't always have to speak, but usually the silence comes with a touch, a look, a smile or some other form of affection...

anyway, I think your poem is nicely done Kelly, and leaving me empty even if she does "fly someday"....

redzone

[Kelly Scheppers]

I love seeing elderly couples sitting close together and holding hands. It's as if they're the only two people in the world. Thank you for such a lovely analogy, Curt!

[redzone]

And I would wish this for you Kelly...

[DIVYA]

Brilliantly portrayed. I loved this poem Kelly.

[Kelly Scheppers]

Thank you most kindly, Divya!

[Einstein Noodle]

sailors take warning ...well done Legs! i was lulled in love and suddenly the turn of a man that takes too much for granted and has forgotten the face of his fathers ... i hope he comes to his senses .. takes the day off and stays home to play and pamper ... but you leave me on the ledge not knowing .. what a fine little poem that reads as a novel
E.
ps the pecking bird is brilliant says i!

[Kelly Scheppers]

I must admit, that "play and pamper" sounds delightful! Thank you for the warmest of compliments, Gene!

[Einstein Noodle]

your poem is a fine read for me!! and you know how i love those legs! ;)

[Tony Jordan]

"You used to bring me flowers..." - Streisand and Diamond's version always gets to me and this struck those exact same chords Kelly.
Such a sad time - the sun setting on a love..very very moving piece here my friend.

[Kelly Scheppers]

"You Don't Bring Me Flowers"...such a lovely collaboration it is! I am touched you would make the comparison...thank you, dear Tony!

[Dr. YumnaKay]

This is more like hanging on to the idea of love than to finally let it go. An interesting metaphor you've used here which I found quite fascinating!
I think real love strengthens over time..
A lovely piece. I enjoyed reading this 😊👍

[Kelly Scheppers]

I have a nesting mourning dove right outside my bedroom window, and the attention they give to each other as mates for life made me think of how they are similar to our own. Thank you for acknowledging the metaphor!

[Dr. YumnaKay]

That explains it. You're welcome 😊

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Ah how 'love' cools from the heady days of early romance until it withers on the vine of acquiescence. Nicely portrayed in another flowing verse Kelly!

[Kelly Scheppers]

Love exceeds our expectations, yet we become so blind to the nurturing of it. Thank you for the kindness of your words today, John!

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Always my pleasure Kelly.