Over the wires your voice
came leaping into my ear
like a sparkling rainbow
Me in my hotel room
you on the front porch
enjoying the evening breeze
We talk as though we’re holding hands
after a long day— sharing our warmth
despite the miles traveled
Sleep well
I’ll be home tomorrow
to continue our adventure
(A collaboration with some new friends at Waltonwood Lake Boone whom I shared love poetry with this weekend. This poem also qualifies for this week’s Living Poetry Prompt.)
Distance is always hard. Beautifully written!
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Thank you. We’re doing good work together, those old folks and I.
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Absolutely lovely and heartwarming, Bartholomew. 💜
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Thank you! You can tell it’s a collaboration because anything I’d write by myself about marriage turns way too cynical.
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Ha! It would be the same for me.
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At least he IS coming home! Wonderful poem Bartholomew! 🤗
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Thanks, Gypsie!
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You are most welcome Bartholomew! 💙
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A very recognizable scenario. And straight into m’blog….
http://www.spanglefish.com/berniesblog/blog.asp?blogid=16148
Plus – another moon pic for you, Bart.
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Thank you, Bernie!
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Lovely. I especially like the “voice leaps into my ear like a rainbow”
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Thank, JM! We kinda stole that line from e. e. cummings’ Amore (I).
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I looked up the poem. from now on I will start numbering my poems. love 1, love 2 or nature 1 etc etc :)
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Yeah, it’s just simpler that way.
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