Despite the race against time
I say yes to this little moment
Of tenderness
It becomes a lifetime of memory
I say yes to this little moment
Of tenderness
It becomes a lifetime of memory
My pen glides
Against the smooth white paper
Of poetry and words
It becomes my work of a lifetime
My green fingers
Say yes to this garden
Of trees, shrubs and herbs
It becomes my solace and hideaway
My heart, will and soul
Say yes to this embrace
Welcoming him to my space
He becomes my other self
A buffer against the many reasoned 'No'
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Simple and beautiful
ReplyDeleteThanks Janu. I guess this sums up what is important to me. A good self wake-up call.
DeleteYES! This is my favorite of your poems! I so love it.
ReplyDeleteThank you Sherry - another one of my self automode written poems, I almost had nothing to do with it!
ReplyDeletesmiles...there is some simple beauty in it much like time spent in that garden...smiles.
ReplyDeleteMy garden gave me many memories...thanks, Brian.
DeleteI love the stanza from "my green fingers". Your automode is on point!
ReplyDeleteDear Kat,
DeleteIn the garden, I am also on auto mode sometimes. Oblivious to everything else, the garden is my best destress therapy.
I still did not find your cat!
Your automode treats you well.
ReplyDeleteAnd your Don Quixote is a real treat, Michael.
Deletei got the most wonderful book in the mail today!!!! smiles.
ReplyDeleteI am so relieved it finally reached you. I have been wondering.
DeleteHope you enjoy it.
Good response to those sneaky "no's"
ReplyDeleteOh yes, my other self keeps me sane.
DeleteWhen i read thru your post.. it crossed my mind that you were really writing about what is important to you.. minus the little one perhaps..
ReplyDeleteThe little one is there, right in the first stanza. This poem was written immediately after Ilena gve me a very tender goodnight kiss for 'the best Mum in the whole world!' She was having a slight fever, and as such was being pampered big time.
ReplyDeleteI loved it! Stunning elements portray your view~
ReplyDeleteThank you Ella. I am humbled because it was just a little poem straight from the heart.
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