Poetry

A good friend of mine takes poetry writing classes. She often shares her work and also the original poems and class prompts. Sometimes, I am intrigued enough to ask for the prompts and to try my hand at poetry. I did just that this past week and after a bit of deciphering of the seemingly convoluted language of the prompt, wrote the poem below.

The first instruction for the “pre-write” was to make a list of the sweetest/most lovesick things you’ve ever done for someone and/or what someone has ever done for you. It was an interesting trip down memory lane, but then the opening sentence jumped out of my head onto the page.

This blog is posted near what would have been my 28th anniversary. For someone who never planned on marrying, it was one of the best decisions I ever made. I am grateful that Bob knew we needed to be married and then happily waited for me to catch on to this brilliant idea. So, the poem is in celebration of us. 

Enjoy.

 Lucky

Riding the escalator in the Smithsonian art gallery, you had me at the analogy of modern art

to guacamole and I laughed in delight and wonder.

Your twinkling eyes as you shared a math “secret” are only trumped by the surprise in them when I point later

you were wrong and you question the timing of my discovery.

Later we exchange gifts in commemoration and find we have each created the story from the other’s point of view

and somehow that solidifies the connection.

It will take years from those moments until we create more and then many,

but they have cemented our bond that will remain beyond death.

How do we connect? Each in our own ways. Often they are conventional, but if we are lucky

they are unique and hidden and just ours to savor over time.

Let others have their love stories and the Hallmark movie aspects. The cute meet, the tradition, the mundane.

All relationships have their arc, but we have been lucky in that ours is a

rainbow of laughter, adventure, trauma and triumph.

Admiration grown into adoration. Chance meeting into a lifetime. Confusion and chaos morphed into appreciation.

I find your hand and place the other on your face. Look deep into those hazel orbs

and travel with you into time and space arriving at love.