And here's my own little creative contribution to love, an acrostic poem that I wrote a few years ago:
lemon scented Sundays
over coffee covered kisses.
voice of my lover
echoing babies and grey hair.
intensity in simplicity,
sleeping in his spine.
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Showing posts with label poems. Show all posts
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Love Is
I wanted to post this for Valentine's Day, but I'm still going to do so now because we should appreciate love everyday, right? Here are some of my favorite lovely love inspired items on Etsy:
And here's my own little creative contribution to love, an acrostic poem that I wrote a few years ago:
lemon scented Sundays
over coffee covered kisses.
voice of my lover
echoing babies and grey hair.
intensity in simplicity,
sleeping in his spine.
And here's my own little creative contribution to love, an acrostic poem that I wrote a few years ago:
lemon scented Sundays
over coffee covered kisses.
voice of my lover
echoing babies and grey hair.
intensity in simplicity,
sleeping in his spine.
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Metaphorical Home Poem
We're coming up on four years since we bought our very first home! This is a poem I wrote shortly thereafter.
The Pusher
we became friends with the pusher in September
he’s been knocking ever since
when I leave the office
I meet my husband at the red brick cape cod
on the corner of
E. Woodlawn and Tacoma
we are high by 5p.m.
he says
“dance with me”
we take off our shoes and the green grass tickles our souls
sing
climb
the
stairs
to the copper nest
we
j
u
m
p
on cotton pinstripes
breathe fabric softener dreams
because we OWN
the paneled wall
that crack in the ceiling
the spot on the rug
the drafty windows
every inch
it is a pill
from the medicine cabinet
I swallow it each evening
to dissolve the day
The Pusher
we became friends with the pusher in September
he’s been knocking ever since
when I leave the office
I meet my husband at the red brick cape cod
on the corner of
E. Woodlawn and Tacoma
we are high by 5p.m.
he says
“dance with me”
we take off our shoes and the green grass tickles our souls
sing
climb
the
stairs
to the copper nest
we
j
u
m
p
on cotton pinstripes
breathe fabric softener dreams
because we OWN
the paneled wall
that crack in the ceiling
the spot on the rug
the drafty windows
every inch
it is a pill
from the medicine cabinet
I swallow it each evening
to dissolve the day
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Every Girl Needs...
Today, while at Target on my lunch hour, I could not resist buying a pink plastic tiki man cup. He was only 48 cents! While checking out, I wondered how much money I had spent in my lifetime buying items simply because they were on clearance. I probably would have a huge head start on Matty's college fund with all of those "must have" bargains!
What is the silliest purchase you ever made off of the clearance rack?
My find today reminded me of a poem I wrote almost three years ago. I wrote it after coming home from a shopping trip to, you guessed it, Target!
Enjoy!
Orange Stickers
On Saturday
afternoon,
I went out
with myself,
found my
smile amidst
the clearance items.
3 hours later
driving home,
singing all the
wrong notes,
thinking
shit
I spent
too
much,
it hit me—
I am happy.
And I can't
wait to
get home
to tell him
that I spent
too much
and to pretend
to be sorry
as he pretends
to be angry.
What is the silliest purchase you ever made off of the clearance rack?
My find today reminded me of a poem I wrote almost three years ago. I wrote it after coming home from a shopping trip to, you guessed it, Target!
Enjoy!
Orange Stickers
On Saturday
afternoon,
I went out
with myself,
found my
smile amidst
the clearance items.
3 hours later
driving home,
singing all the
wrong notes,
thinking
shit
I spent
too
much,
it hit me—
I am happy.
And I can't
wait to
get home
to tell him
that I spent
too much
and to pretend
to be sorry
as he pretends
to be angry.
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