12.07.2015

Slugabed

Love is
morning chats
while you
are still asleep
but conversant

Plans for the day
when we return again
what’s for dinner
all of which
will be repeated
when you
are actually awake

Love is
not taking advantage
making lists for later
all the mundane shit
repeated
this morning
tomorrow morning
every day
Love is


Quite a pair for Flash 55 Plus in the Imaginary Garden.
Posted by Marian at 6:14 AM
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10 comments:

  1. hedgewitchDecember 7, 2015 at 8:05 AM

    The concept of two was never more unified, Marian--and so Love is--thanks so much for bringing this to the party---it is very warming this cold winter morning.

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  2. Magaly GuerreroDecember 7, 2015 at 11:07 AM

    Love is a dance, indeed... a dance of words and movements... leading today... following tomorrow... love is...

    Yummy.

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  3. angie December 7, 2015 at 11:31 AM

    you could be a superhero. love is

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  4. Buddah MoskowitzDecember 7, 2015 at 7:44 PM

    You're so right. Love is a celebration of what would normally be mundane, were it not for your beloved one. Excellent.

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  5. grapelingDecember 7, 2015 at 8:55 PM

    awww ~

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  6. OutlawyerDecember 7, 2015 at 9:57 PM

    Agree with Michael--awww--very sweet poem, Marian, makes the reader feel warm. k.

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  7. Rosemary Nissen-WadeDecember 8, 2015 at 5:02 AM

    Love certainly is!

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  8. Sherry Blue SkyDecember 8, 2015 at 11:58 AM

    Oh, that is what love is, those morning sleepy conversations, stretching on forever. Sigh.

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  9. Susie ClevengerDecember 9, 2015 at 3:40 AM

    Aint love grand? With the way the world is going I'm happy with a big dose of mundane.

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  10. MargaretDecember 13, 2015 at 11:47 PM

    ...but not boring when it is with the one you love. Love this everyday poem. :)

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