If we buy a house

If we buy a house

A Poem by Gabriel

And when we buy a house, I want it to be small

Because I want to hear your footsteps in every room.

And the house has to be in the woods

So we can make coffee in the morning

And have the fresh breeze given by the trees.


And one day, we’ll record a UFO on the sky,

Post in on the internet,

Get really famous, appear in the news,

Then tell everyone it was a fake.

And laugh about it for years.


I want to chop wood to our fire,

But I’d probably have to learn to do it.


Our house must be near a river or the sea,

And we can make horror movies in it.

And/or tragic comedies too.


We also need a library, so we can read by the fireplace

And then change thoughts about what we read, if I read anything at all.

Which I probably want. You’re the bookworm.

I’d just stare at you for hours

Or write about you


Maybe grow our own tobacco, which is probably illegal but no one would need to know

It would be really difficult since the best temperature for it to grow

Is about 20º to 30º Celsius, and it needs to be properly maintained

And, well, I’m no good with plants.


I’d take photos of you every day,

Just in case I have forget how much I love you

Or forget about you at all,

I’d be able to see how many years we spent together,

How beautiful you are and you’ve gotten.

Photos would be a way of remembering

The years with coffee and cigarettes on our hands

And love in our hearts.

© 2017 Gabriel


Author's Note

Gabriel
I'd like a comment on this poem.
Let me know if you like it or not. I know it doesn't rhymes, that's kinda the point! Thanks for reading. :)

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verse 1[[[the narrator seems to really want to be close to the companion
verse 2[[ shows how all that matters to the narrator is the partner not any other noise from the world
verse 3 seems to want to mature with the partner and learn and discover new things in life/////nice work in conclusion

Posted 6 Years Ago


I love poems that begin with 'And' - I think they create an instant rapport with the reader for some reason (perhaps like the way some songs start mid-bar and we seek resolution in a way).
Calming and affecting piece Gabriel.

Posted 6 Years Ago


Gabriel

6 Years Ago

Thank you Tony! :) I've been told that starting with "And" is a bit weird, but I like it
This is such a happily woven piece of prose poetry, I really love it. Start to finish there's so much warmth and giving. Found myself smiling more and more as i read through it. Your phrasing is charming and your imagination goes from the delightul norm to the high as high we won't talk about for fear of.. .. ! ' it needs to be properly maintained ~ And, well, I’m no good with plants.'
A smile! Your last phrase enhances a wonderfully sincere piece of writing.

Posted 6 Years Ago


Gabriel

6 Years Ago

Thank you so much :) that's exactly what I intended with this poem ! :)
emmajoy

6 Years Ago

My pleasure..
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Gee
No need to rhyme, something I've discovered during my time at the cafe. Enjoyed reading this, a poem of love for your partner but love portrayed in wishes, thoughts rather than gushing flowery words.
Well done that lady

Posted 6 Years Ago


Gabriel

6 Years Ago

Thank you gee :) It's true. the poems I like are those that don't rhyme ahah Thank you for the revie.. read more
Gee

6 Years Ago

Oops, sorry sir

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Added on October 28, 2017
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Lisboa, Portugal



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