behold the noon hour,
the click of clock hands, both
uptight, upright, both
gazed upon silently
while husband approaches,
his ritualistic spasms
overcome by luncheon needs;
prefabricated chairs
at Formica tables, hot coffee
bubbles, and sandwiches
appear, each larded
with Miracle Whip inches deep,
bologna wrapped in pickles,
hot soup from Campbell’s
steaming for attention,
fake smiles all around,
one kiss at parting,
was it good, hon?
Dang, makes me want a hubby, too. :) A real one--not some fairy tale dream LOL
EXCELLENT write!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :)
Reviewed by Judy Lloyd (Reader)
Reviewed on March 12, 2005
Well I do have a husband and he I guess is my best friend and we have our moments. Right now I am trying to keep him from stressing too much over his diabetes. But this was an interesting poem.
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Enter the pages of diaspora in quiet introspection. Bathe your thoughts with subtle humor; synchronize your spirit-sense with history-in-heat; fall headlong with eyes wide open into
This collection of poetry addresses the nature of time, reflections on the natural world, the difficulty of loss,
contemporary social issues and gratitude for life.
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Auch!!
Love Tinka
Dang, makes me want a hubby, too. :) A real one--not some fairy tale dream LOL
EXCELLENT write!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :)
Nice job!