Writers Digest
February 17, 2016 Prompt: A hiding poem
Much Remains Hidden
much is hidden the
search is on who are you
who am i the day
brand new through the day
i search for
you for me how do you like your coffee
what do you eat for
breakfast and later in the day what do you eat
do you take a
nap or work right through how old are you
and how will you
vote sort socks into pairs where does the other one go
or is it
hiding just out of sight of course when you decide
the hunt is
hopeless and toss some singles out the other one appears
you are destined to
have some singles some pairs
life is like
that not perfect still much remains hidden
February 17, 2016
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Poets United Midweek Motif
Marriage (The Second
Time Around)
i did it once i'm
not sure i need to do it again the first time
i was a young girl a
church wedding a white dress
my father gave me
away this time i simply nailed an iron heart over the door
told you it was the
symbol of our union i will always love my first husband
without need of a
second mate you came along you heard my whale song
you offered your own
beating heart held it out to me we fell in love
in a different
way we said we would be together until we weren't
we made no
promises no forever after just for today
the door would
always remain open each day you are here because you want to be
and i the same we
live in this moment tomorrow takes care of itself
February 17,
2016
7 comments:
This is wonderful, especially about those socks....I can never figure that one out. And life IS just like that, the missing, the tossing out, the reappearing when it is too late. A very cool poem!
A truly impressive piece which I enjoyed reading. Hope you are having a lovely week!
On the marriage poem, how clear the difference turned out to be between being given and actual giving and taking without the traditional trappings. Although there are some legal protections important in marriage, the sense that the door is open and neither party is trapped is essential. Love it.
These two pieces fit together perfectly - when we try too hard perhaps too many questions get in the way of the other sock being found..but when we are certain and nail our wish and love to the door it seems to come together.. Superb!
Such an overwhelming amount of wisdom and beauty here I am touched by your poems. Its true that marriage is a risk worth taking.
Lots of love,
Sanaa
How very beautiful, Annell - especially nailing the heart over the door, him holding out his heart to you, being together each day, one day at a time..........I have faith in that kind of love.
"the door would always remain open"...this is so important in a relationship...the line stays with me...
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