Passing quickly in the morning
as you make lunches
and I rush to the car
isn’t what I imagined
that day we stood
in the old barn by the sea,
my hand gently touching yours,
and feeling every movement of the sweat
trickling down the small of my back.
Standing outside in the garden,
I didn’t notice the photographer
as we talked idly
between silences
about the softness of the rain —
though the pictures in the crimson binder
tucked up on the highest shelf
tell me he was there.
Let’s meet again in that garden,
where we can stand still,
my hand resting
on the laces that entwine
the back of your dress.
beautiful love filled poem , precious. Thank you for sharing.
groetjes, Francina
Thank you so much, Francina – precious indeed, precious indeed.
This is beautiful………I bet you are a great dad and husband, because it shows in your writing. Very moving. Thanks so much for stopping by! Looking forward to your future posts. Cheers!
Thanks so much for the visit and comment – it is a great gift. I wish you well~
Beautiful. 🙂
Thank you so much for reading and taking the time to share your thoughts. Be well~
oh we need these tender moments in the everyday – so important that we not only remember them but actively seek them when life seems to be so busy – thanks for the reminder…and nice to meet you..
Perhaps simply remembering that they are possible… Nice to meet you, too.
What a lovely and truthful expression of what marriage becomes. Lucky you accept it and still want it, with grace…
Lucky indeed… I love the reflection you gave me here, “what marriage becomes”… Thank you so much for that, and be well~
d’ awww! Beautiful! Still, that garden isn’t wherever it is, or even on the top shelf, but on the back of her hand …
d’ awww! Beautiful. Still, that garden isn’t wherever it is, or even on the topmost bookshelf; it’s on the back of her hand …
ah, I thought it hadn’t ‘published’ so I wrote it again …
Well, now I get it twice then…
Such wonderful perspective from you always, Mark. Thank you & be well~
Simply gorgeous. aaaahhhh….
So happy to have you say so… Thank you, as always for your visit. Be well~
Very sweet. I can feel the soft rain, and I love that description of ‘feeling every movement of the sweat’. Entering that space of being so profoundly aware of every sensation, magical moments.
And the magic of having those sensations still be there, still reachable, years later… Thanks so much for your comment, as always. Be well~
“Standing outside in the garden,
I didn’t notice the photographer”
I like that sudden appearance. Makes one vigilant.
Thank you for stopping by to read and taking the time to comment. I wish you well~
How romantic. Sigh. This is just lovely.
Thank you, Alice. ‘Sigh’ is such an apt description… Be well~
A most lovely image as you do draw and allow us to catch a glimpse of your life and what it means to you. Kudos! Wrm Greetings, TAsha
Thank you, Tasha, as always for the warmth of your comments. I feel like I am catching those glimpses myself as I write… Be well~
Reblogged this on it doesn't have to rhyme.
What a touching gift of kindness – thank you and be well this day~
you capture a feeling so well. Namaste 🙂
Thank you so much for stopping by to read and for such a wonderful compliment. I used to wonder and wonder how to even find the feelings…turns out they were right there… Be well~
That it isn’t what I imagined was one of my first steps leading toward experiencing something that was better than I ever had thought it could be.
Congratulations on recapturing potential in such a beautiful piece.
-x.M
Thank you, as always. And you are so right – it isn’t a “this isn’t what I imagined” born out of regret, however wistful it might be. But simply recognition.
Be well~
Beautiful!
Thank you so much for visiting and the gift if your kind comment. Be well~
This is lovely :~)
Thank you so much for reading and for saying so… Be well~