Journal, Diary, & Blogging / Blog Fodder #16 (Analysis)
Spoonful
Oh, let us float above the fray
And lay us down to our rest,
Close our eyes, forget the day
In our soft and downy nest .
Curl with me Love, and come what may
We shall call this time our own.
Ticking minutes slip away
With their seconds they have flown.
This time is ours, for no one else
Though we know it’s one of few.
Ever, even as time melts-
Thus our moment loves us, too.
I have retired.
I have called a halt, and the raucous Rumba-line of past loves trailing behind abruptly stops- frozen in time.
I shall miss spooning. Being held or holding, doesn’t matter. Dressed or undressed matters even less. Being still with someone other than myself. Floating in the comfort-warmth of another, lost for a brief while in a quiet moment that will never repeat itself. A moment that takes its rightful place in the memory, and shall tease the heart on a rainy day that it ever was- and never will be again.
That is what I shall miss the most.
Yes, I have retired. And if I should change my mind? I can always write a poem about it.
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This was beautiful! It flows well, I love the thought process, the mindset and the wonderful images the words conjured up in my head. I didn’t see any spelling errors or grammatical errors.
“Dressed or Undressed matters even less”
I love how you showed that nothing is as important than just “being” with someone other than yourself. This is great!
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