Pendulum

The tick-tock of my life

 

He pours my morning Folgers

I massage his cracked hands

He washes our dishes

I pack his brown bag lunch

 

He administers my medicine

I rub his aching back

He gifts me feathers and stones

I bake him biscuits and brownies

 

He hoes our garden rows

I scatter the wee seeds

He cleans up his whiskers

I pick up his tools

 

He gives half his earnings

I fix his financial blunders

He works toward forgiveness

I had him arrested

 

He hugs me in silence

I kiss his weary cheek

He turns down our coverlet

I tuck him in each night

 

He exposes my shadow

I shower him with light

He gives me feet

I give him possibilities

 

We Love in Motion

 

 

Reviews

[J. James Reider]

This is such a wonderful poem. I absolutely love the title, it fits it perfectly. I could feel it in my head, my mind flicking back and forth in the reading of each line. If this were to be read, I would recommend a man and woman read it, with the man part being conformed to first person. It just goes to show you how everyday life can be so beautiful.

He hoes our garden rows

I scatter the wee seeds

I love the display of assonance in those lines, it adds so much to the entire piece, solidifying the "down home" feel. Wonderful job Becca!

[Rainbowco]

The give and take of love, and the pendulum swings, sometimes high - sometimes low brought to life most wonderfully here in your poem.

[Dizzy-Izzy]

I hear the tick of that clock. I see the twists and turns in each stanza, the dance of life, poetry in its purest form. Beautiful...

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This is a very beautiful piece...........there is the sense of a very forgiving life being lived here. Yeah, this is a good piece.