Swallowed by blanket and quilt,
I stir in our March-chilled basement bedroom
and see you in the wakening light
fresh from your shower,
poised at the open closet
debating which shirt goes
with which pants.
The smell of steamy bathroom collides
with perking coffee and
wafts its way downstairs
coaxing me from my lair,
while the sound of the news
on the portable kitchen TV
punctuates the need
to get on with the day.
I rebel, laying a moment longer,
just watching you
and marveling at how little it takes
to make my morning perfect.
~ Calen
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Ha! I googled some of the words from the cloud and found it.I may possibly be able to make a different poem from your words, but it won’t be as good as this lovely poem.
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Well aren’t YOU a sneaky little beggar!!! I would never have thought of that! LOL Don’t feel you have to do that. I just wondered if someone else’s poem would have the same feel. Plato and I were talking about it.
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I want to have a go, but I have a feeling my computer could pack up any moment, so I may disappear temporarily. Everything is taking foraever – even these messages are taking ages to write and load.
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Malware? Spyware? Adware? Probably something like that unless it’s just old enough that it takes forever to process stuff because it doesn’t talk to the new programming stuff. Like a Frenchman trying to talk to someone from Korea. That’s how my laptop was.
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Neato! Love it!
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I really suck at poetry. But I’m TRYING to get better. LOL There are so many wonderful “poets” on here who have such a marvelous way with words that I’m just struck dumb sometimes.
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Love this, and the new look of your blog! Very nice. 🙂
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It’s a bit more peaceful, don’t you think? I could run right into this screen and live there.
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Yes, exactly!
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