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two lovers
toast the early days
with aged wine
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There is a Certain Comfort
In my dream of you we are walking on the beach of our youth, the ocean smells of brine, recalling that other day when two eighteen year-olds first fell into step, noticing there was a certain comfort in the silence that walked with us. It knit us together like pieces of that old quilt in the attic, the whole of us being so much more than the you and the me. I hear your loyal heart, slow and steady, keeping time with the waves caressing the distant shore. We come to the place where I first looked into your brown eyes that hot August day years and years ago, when I knew you weren’t like the other boys who looked, but never into my eyes. I saw a gentleness in your glance that contradicted the strength in your broad shoulders and from the moment it began, there was a certain comfort in the silence that walked with us. It turned out that your shoulders were wide enough to lift a girl not yet born, lift her to that September morning when we birthed each other into the astonishing mystery of love. Yes, you could lift cast iron radiators and move tons of soil, but it was the way you cuddled the newborn who couldn’t get comfortable in her own skin and your football -carry that lulled her to a perfect touchdown, and the way you carried your dying mother to the bathroom saving her the indignity of the bedpan – you walked with her and never turned your face away, that showed me your real strength, and always, there was a certain comfort in the silence that walked with us. In my dream of you, we still walk on the beach of our youth carrying those two eighteen year olds with us. Sometimes our vision is dimmed by misty fog that threatens to push us off course. There are storms that buffet and toss us but the wind always dies, and in the stillness I find refuge in your quiet gaze, still on me and I need only look again into your eyes to see the boy of my dreams. And always, there is a certain comfort in the silence that walks with us. ©WabiSabi 2013For Recuerda Mi Corazon ‘Haiku My Heart’
Your haiku is especially lovely! It paints a tender picture that brings a warm smile!
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This is deep and rich with narrative flow and imagery. And my husband asks could I write him something a bit like this. But we didn’t meet till our thirties and he’d already cared for his dying father. Computer nerd and debt-ridden psychiatrist burst into flames at Uncle Chen’s while talking about the which of the Doctor Who’s we liked the best.
Happy VT day.
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wow! I am floored, by your feelings, by your words, by the flow, by your love, by the person whose persona shines through this poem. You haiku are great, Wabi but your poems just steal my heart away.
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absolutely gorgeous… meenakshi expressed what my heart is feeling reading this perfectly!
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May I say that your haiku is charming?
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Your post send shivers down my spine, you are a true poet!
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{{ haiku perfection }}
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You can’t beat aged wine. nice one.
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what a gift of LOVE.
so tender it made me cry. ♥♥
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Always beautiful, Wabi…
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I am touched by the depth of your words…the inherent beauty of a deep and lasting love…the strength and gentleness that often walk hand in hand…as you two have over the years. I’m blown away with the beauty and sweetness of your post today.
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Lovely! Your words hit home. Thank you.
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poetic story telling at its best
lovely
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after a long day, you are a soulful dessert.
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beautiful !!
Loved the haiku a lot …
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Aged wine! That’s my thing! Love this.
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If they are still toasting the early days, they must be deeply in love indeed, for love is sustained on its foundations.
Complaining Morning Glory
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“There is a Certain Comfort” is heart-piercing.
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i had the same reaction as marit, chills at the beauty of your expressions of love.
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i love this love poem that you wrote. it touched my heart 🙂
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