I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world,
to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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Posts may be updated without notice at any time. Completed work appears in my books.

20 May 2012

When I Come to Bed


He’s waiting 
naked and grinning.

We’re not too old for a frolic.

(This never happened
in the nursing home.)


I'm submitting this one to dVerse Open Night #45 — where you'll find lots and lots of good reading from a great community of poets.

32 comments:

  1. :) Sometimes love can transcend the physical. I love how this short poem captures that. I'm sure you're happy that he's home. *Hugs*

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    1. Very! So is he. And so are the cats. And all our friends and family.

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  2. never too old for that you know...haha...fun piece...now go have some fun...grins

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  3. This gave me a big smile.

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  4. Awww.... so happy for you both :) Never too old to ...Have fun!

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    1. Thank you.

      I tried so hard to comment on your lovely Xena poem, which I enjoyed, but after the 5th attempt have given up.

      Why does WordPress make it so difficult for people who are not members to make a comment? It's ridiculous! (And makes me refuse to join on principle.)

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    2. As a Wordpress blogger, this is the first time I've come across this problem. In what way does WP make it difficult? It used to be Blogspot and blogger blogs that were nightmares to comment on, but lately it has become much easier, so long as I use my Google identity.

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    3. It used to be acceptable to use Open ID to comment on WP blogs (as they won't accept Google). But no longer. Now one must either join WP, which I don't particularly wish to do, or use my fb or twitter account to log in, which I do but reluctantly, as I feel it's a privacy invasion, but sometimes (as above) it fails to work. Some WP sites even demand that one subscribe again with every new comment made! It's all time-consuming and irritating, at the very least. The experience makes me feel I am being manipulated into joining (because they make any other option so damn difficult) - and I react very badly to any form of coercion. WP is therefore the last blogging site I woud ever join, on principle.

      A few years back (when you could still log on with Open ID) I did try to start a WP blog, as all my geeky friends recommended it so highly. It was so user-unfriendly to a non-geek like me that I ran screaming. (Tiny posting space; incomprehensible instructions....) Blogger makes thing easy for the likes of me.

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  5. Well, I am glad he is home and you both can have fun ~

    Happy night ~

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  6. Sweet. And promising, for the whippersnappers to know this. :)

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  7. Truly a poem-worthy subject.;_) And I'm very glad for you both--love makes life precious.

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  8. Whoa! I apologize for intruding... Excuse me while I close the door! ;-)

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  9. haha...so cool...you should see me smile...never too old for having some fun together...i like

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  10. The brevity of the poem is enchanting, implying haste to start the fun!

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  11. One of the parts of a long love! Good on you!

    And that he's home.

    A lovely, sweet, revelant poem.

    Hugs,
    Lady Nyo

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  12. Left me grinning (but not naked) ... Short, sweet, warm, human, fun... A cracking wee write!

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  13. It's nothing like starting all over again, Rosemary! Just reflecting and nothing physical is half the fun already!

    Hank

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  14. A touching write, in every sense of the word.

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  15. Thank you all for the understanding comments! :)

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  16. haha... of course not. I just love this!

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  17. Babe, this is the soul of adult romance. God bless you both for sharing this part of yourselves! I only hope Lex and I stay frisky, because it's important... besides having your best friend beside you, that spark can only enhance. Thanks, Rosemary, Amy
    http://sharplittlepencil.com/2012/05/21/always-and-forever-ironweed-dammit/

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  18. Love it! But it certainly happened at the nursing home where I worked when I was 19!! (As it should!)

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  19. Ok, frolic is back on the menu. As a word, maybe more...

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  20. Hi Rosemary! WOW! Let me know where that nursing home might be, I am about ready for it. :)

    I have a poem on my blog today, a copy of my Sunday OSI post on my poem blog. It isn't brief nor a frolic like this nice one of yours.

    Thank you for peeking in on my Six Word Saturday post.
    ..

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  21. I love this poem, as I have mentioned before. I am following you & hope you will join me too:
    McGuffy's Reader
    http://www.mcguffysreader.blogspot.com

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  22. This made me smile and feel happy for you. So good to know that on the other side of those frightening days, life can be good again. And "there's no place like home!"

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  23. Fun to read, you made me grin from ear to ear!~
    Beautiful~

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