my commitment to writing at least one love poem each day.

 

 

 

I fell asleep this morning with the

insistent gray wolves howling in the nightfall

with you, that sassafras blouse carousal in color,

subtle pleasing. Knowing I had kissed you

because the cap of my Carmex had been

torn off with the double-flowered wind.

 

Reciting to myself how poetry is

nothing else but made up reasons to go forward.

Unless, of course, you have unearthed a better

treasure

 

for this bright light, glint as the silver in

Granddads teeth. For things that go skyward

as Chinese ephedras, with lambs

 

as dry leaves falling around me. But you're the one

who makes blackberry jam from the berries that

hang over the fence and are happy to call it

 

you're creation. From a garden that I am too damn

lazy to attend to but will gladly twist the

nozzle on the brass hose until the ground

 

and your flip-flops are red

with wet.

Reviews

[Clara]

Great imagery in this post.
Really enjoyed it. :)

[Marie Anzalone]

You know it's a good night when the cap to the lip balm is nowhere to be found. Even better when the same can be said about underwear. But in the end, it is the small daily details, the small acts of love, that keep romance alive. The woman who takes time to walk into the man's untamed wilderness and bakes a pie from what she finds there in the unkempt thorns. Even more amazing, the man who takes time to acknowledge what a treasure she has created for him, by doing so. Waking up each morning WANTING to write the love poem. That, to me, is the arrival of success in life. I'm up to about every other day now, myself. Getting there in my own sweet time, I would say. Lovely as always, dana.

[writing mojo]

this is beautiful journey, experiencing the youth of uniqueness
referenced in the opposition of dreaming through those rose colored glasses...lovers tend to leave when they leave in a fluttering hurry of the heart ..great piece

[caesarkreshen]

a bit of humor in there. We are becoming the same person. I don't know who that's worse for.

[Emily B]

i bet she always share the jam with you, i would

[Corset]

I love this dedication, I think it' a wonderful goal, red wet slippers and all.