15 Jan 2009 Thursday

For those of you who know me from the “other” place, this is a continuation of a series that I began about a year ago.

For those of you who are new to me, let me explain!

I am a confessed Poetry Snob. I do not understand most poetry, nor do I understand the rules that govern the making of poetry. I do like the play of words and the images I sometimes will get with a certain turn of phrase, but for the most part, poetry goes right over my head.

BUT, that doesn’t stop me from occasionally putting pen to paper and writing something down. So even though I don’t “get” poetry, nor even like poetry, I find myself writing it.

Hence, I’m a Poetry Snob.

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I get home late now.

It’s not what I like

Nor choose.

Opening the door to our house

Quietly so she won’t wake.

Setting my things down,

I go to the bedroom to look at her,

Turn off the TV and

Turn down the lights.

I undress and slide under the

Covers next to her

Holding my breath so I

Can hear her breathe.

Waiting to the soft sounds

Of life being sucked, then expelled

Past her lips.

Maybe a quiet grunt as a cat

Paces over her, disturbed by

My arrival.

I let go my breath and whisper,

“I love you,” though she

Can’t hear me.

In my mind

I hear her reply,

“I love you more!”

I’m Alive… So Far…