Oh good, you left the light on. I'll come up
The stairs, and tap my fingers on the door,
And if you're out, I'll make myself a cup
Of tea. You're home! That's great. I'll make one more.
And here - I got some flowers, on a whim.
That thing about the garden, that you said.
You have some scissors there? I need to trim
These stems. I'll put them over by your bed.
So did you see the cardinal today?
I found out, he'll be here all winter long.
No, really. They don't migrate. They just stay.
I'm glad. I really like - I love - his song.
They mate for life, you know. Puts me to shame.
I thought I did. But then... oh what the hell.
I know, it's just - I always take the blame.
I know, I know. I know. I know. My "shell."
So hey, sit down. You're finished for the night.
I said so. I've been waiting for a chance
To rub your shoulder. It was pretty tight
This morning. You were hoping for romance?
You get a neck massage. It could be worse.
And by the way - well...
Thank you for the verse.
Our friends off the continent may not know the song of the Northern Cardinal.
A small update on Saturday afternoon: I've been reminded that I already had a poem entitled Porch Light (7/1/10). I have added the #2 to this one's title.
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Of light, of scent, of sentiment,
Of past memories, conjectures
Of what could have been, what meant
A great deal, now has no force,
A flux of flowing trivialities
That solidify with days, with the course
Of continuities to make realities.
That's life. It's really all we save.
What we each have to give. What someone gave.
I sit here, and listen, but you can't see the smile on my face.
Nice piece period.
Nicely folded, the unspoken poem/conversation into the spoken one...
I said to a friend, I was exhausted from diving for beauty for the last few days, and just had to put my feet up. Thank you for knocking on the door and poking your head in.
Oryoki, you know, it *is* a nice change. It was a lot of fun to write.
Jan, as usual you have nailed it: flowing trivialities. I am beginning to admit that I miss them.
anna1, I'm glad it worked. I wanted a very comfortable, easy activity in the kitchen. Thanks for affirming that.
Dave, thanks. I see you put it on your list today, in your post. Many thanks for that... I think you may have sent a handful of the later comments my way. Your work is much appreciated, even if I haven't had the time lately that I'd like, to go through it slowly.
Joan, they are good to get and good to give. I agree.
scupper! Yes and I'm bending my rules a little bit -- this one is not true, it is imagined. But I have avoided hyperbole, which was the main intention behind my rule #3. And it is believable, I think, yes?
ladyslipper, thank you. With the accent on familiar. I'm very happy that you commented on that part.
Brassawwwwweee, *man?* I was like, you know, tryin' to talk to the LADY you know? What you gone do that for? Aw MAN?
c&v, Brassawe just came from a bullfight, don't pay any attention to him at ALL, ok? Yeah?
Midwest, thanks for coming by!
vanessa, were you eavesdropping?
Fusun, boy you got that right -- blue jays are beautifully colored and they have no class at all.
Unbreakable! Thank you for coming by. And if you're comfortable, take off your boots and sit.
JD Smith! You too. I'm glad you liked the tone. And I guess I did hide the other person, didn't I.
trilogy, no one would sense it more than you. I think you've read them all, no? I'm honestly (and cautiously) happy that it's leaking out.
pastvoices, they really are great birds. I like them just for their redness -- when the kids were tiny, cardinals were the easiest birds for them to distinguish.
Interrobang, thank you. I hope you can imagine her in the room.
Thanks again everyone, a thousand thank you's. It was thrilling to see so many of you tonight.
'night!
I don't know much about poetry, but I know what I like.
Thank-you.