You’ve bookmarked my blog onto your computer. We’re romantically relaxing today. You decide to go to my blog and read some of my poetry. You seem somewhat surprised that the first poem you read was a love poem about you:
Me: Which one are you reading?
You: What I’ll Remember One Day.
Me: Oh! That’s my Memorial Day love poem to you.
A little while later:
Me: What are you reading?
You: Your blog poems.
Me: Oh gosh…well just don’t get a swell head over it. Most of those are love poems to you.
Me: Yes. You don’t think I give you every love poem I write, do you? And sometimes even love poems aren’t that lovey-dovey.
You: you cracked up laughing.
Me: Oh stop laughing. (I’m trying to stifle a giggle) Even poets aren’t romantic all the time.
I’m really happy you’ve read my last few love poems. I’m not the type to print them out and put them as your breakfast place mat. Or to even ever give them to you at all.
I can’t imagine how impossible you’d be to live with if you knew how incredibly much I loved you.
SMH and sighing…am I the odd love poet? Do love poets actually ever give – except rarely – anyone one of their love poems or do they just become a journal of changing feelings?
Lots of times, when I just don’t see the sense in being married or being in a relationship at all – and I shall ban you from my blog if you laugh …I think of Katharine Hepburn. She had a lot to say about love and relationships and life that is still relevant today. And that’s artistic to me…the ability to be timeless and to put that into words or photos or music or paintings or whatever. This is an ability I admire in poets and authors…a goal I consider worthy and one I strive for…
I’m going to post, here, some Katharine Hepburn quotes I believe still speak to today. These are certainly not all of them. These are some I’ve liked through the years:
“I have many regrets, and I’m sure everyone does. The stupid things you do, you regret if you have any sense, and if you don’t regret them, maybe you’re stupid.”
― Katharine Hepburn
“I have no romantic feelings about age. Either you are interesting at any age or you are not. There is nothing particularly interesting about being old-or being young for that matter.”
― Katharine Hepburn
And my favorite – because I had great grand parents who ended up doing this in New Orleans:
“Sometimes I wonder if men and women really suit each other. Perhaps they should live next door and just visit now and then.”
― Katharine Hepburn
Stay tuned for future installments of this sort…
What We Try To Hide Some Days
that I let you catch me
hiding that emotion.
If I were a spy
I’d have to kill you.
Come on now
just a little closer
while the forge is hot
and the steel still willing to bend.
It’ll just be a little death
but so divine.
Long ago I dreamed….I know I dreamed this because it’s in my dream journal. I just don’t remember it. I remember those times in my life, though…and all those changes and choices..
In the dream, I am bound to an exacting King. I work in the garden, but the garden is dead because of this exacting King. At some point in the dream, I could be freed but I had to go through that mythical series of tests. Somewhere, during the testing, I got fed up and turned my back on the King and walked into the dead garden and out an opened gate.
I don’t remember what was on the other side of the gate. Hahaha! Or maybe I didn’t care…and shortly after that, my life began to change due to choices I began making.
So I’m working on a poem for this – Dreams We Don’t Remember Having.
Oh! This is so awesome!
There is still time to send in a submission! Go on and give it a try…
I said – where I first posted this sonnet, that I wasn’t sure it was worth working on and that I may never look at it again. I lied to myself. Here’s the rewrite I’ve been working on since late Saturday evening: (if you’re interested in reading the original, it’s here https://balconyviewz.wordpress.com/2014/04/27/when-sonnets-were-free-a-sonnet and the entry before that is about what brought on this sonnet – something from almost 50 years ago)
When Sonnets Were Free
The nights get cloudier as years pass by
with notebooks of old thoughts for company.
What you didn’t get, I will bury here.
You could have asked me for what you wanted.
Please do remember, now, what drifts from view
for there will all your safety measures weigh
against the sudden dangers of the tide
that comes to visit me with memories
of something sacred stolen long ago.
Look not for words of comfort from me now
or anything that may of comfort speak
for I once gave you treasures locked within
a heart you didn’t know and never will.
On Questionable Silent Interludes
to be careful
of shadows long
forgotten and distant
and a sudden crescendo
trumps the silent interlude.
The sister of the toddler I watch – Friday mornings – couldn’t find her rain boots this morning. It was quite a scene and – when she finally left for kindergarten – quite a mess was left behind her! It hasn’t been the best day for me either!
Some Days Are Like That
When she couldn’t find her rain boots
Then she put on her red dress
and went outside
to greet the day.
That Smiling Child We Lost
you couldn’t pay me enough
to be a child again
until I see
your innocently smiling face.
Was life ever really like that
– so amazing
and thrillingly, joyously
What breaks that spell