Forever
I'll leave the bed unmade
until you return --
undone with waiting, softly
rumpled with welcome
the crumbs of my worry
brushed away, a place where we
can fall together again
my foot looped over your bent knee
the lamp light a moon
in our night sky -- perhaps
it would be best if we both make it
pulling the sheet up tightly
tucking the wrinkles, corners smoothed
so we can leave together
but for now it will wait with me
unmade and ready
--smh
or better yet . . . write your own!
C'mon -- we can mix needlework with poetry,
rhythm in stitch and words in the fibers we work with --
It's all in the telling. Speak up.
Happy Back-at-it-Monday!
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17 comments:
what an eloquent poem- bravo
I like your 'Magpie Monday' theme and I really enjoyed this!
Nicely done!
I really like this poem. Thanks for writing it and for sharing it.
lovely and beautiful peice...nice magpie...bkm
Ummm... referring to the last two lines. Is it you that is unmade and the bed ready or the bed unmade and you are ready? Time for a bucket of cold water! :-)
A lovely, sweet poem. Except for the crumbs.
very cute and remarkable tale.
A little sad but nicely done.
"Except for the crumbs?" That was my favorite part of the poem.
Ah, people are so different. :-)
Nice poem,
Great Magpie
Beautiful! I love what's expressed here and what isn't, and the way it all comes together.
Thanks, all, for the kind words.
Funny, Jim, the crumbs were my favorite part too. It's always interesting to see which parts of your writing speak to others and which images evoke a response, isn't it?
I love that opening line!
I loved the ending. Absolutely magnificent! :)
I loved the crumbs too. And all the rest of it. Your poems amaze me.
Thanks, LuAnne! They are nearer and dearer to my heart than my needlework is, actually, so I'm doubly pleased when people enjoy them.
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