'...this beautiful white-haired man
who's been sharing my bed.'
I was one of the first to know.
Initially it was their sweet secret.
(I understood, was the same
when my own lovely white-haired man....)
They’d known each other long before
their respective widowhoods,
but this new joy was sudden.
'Do you think he loves me?' she asked.
'Have you seen the way he looks at you?' I said.
[Poem #34]
This began as a game some bloggers played in 2008, to write about people who'd made an impact, in the same number of words as one's age, every day for a year. I did them less often and went on longer, adding one word each birthday. I stopped in 2016 and incorporated them into my main poetry blog. In 2019 I resumed the project and gave it its own blog again, with a new name, where it may unfold at its own (slow, intermittent) pace. I've labelled these verse portraits, but they're more like quick sketches: mere glimpses, impressions....
Comments from original posting:
ReplyDeleteBev Sykes 3 August 2008 at 16:30
I love this entry. How I envy your friend!
Rosemary Nissen-Wade 3 August 2008 at 18:39
He and she are both very blessed! :)