From September 2016.




Woman Well Past Forty

Woman well past forty,

I love you like those cool

October mornings

before the sun becomes

rude in its insistence.

 

I love you like the reddening leaves

of the trees I call by the names

of the churches they stand next to:

the St Agnes tree, the Unitarian tree.

 

I love you as tired bones love rest

at the end of a long hard day.

I love you like pizza and ravioli.

I love you like Sunday dinner

with satisfying cheap red wine.

 

Like Van Morrison's "Moondance."

Like the Proclaimers.

Like those yesterdays

whose tomorrows were always better.

 

Like coffee in pajamas

on the porch at first frost.

Like breakfast eggs

sunnyside up.

 

I love you like the foreseeable surprise

of November’s first snowfall.

Like the clamor of the city

that hushes to something like awe

every Christmas Eve.

 

Like Dylan Thomas.

Like Trappist monasteries.

Like a deep and holy sorrow.

 

Receive me,

make room for me.

I'll be a good and gentle-tempered guest.

I'll help with the housework.

I'll do the dishes.

I'll make you a cup of hot chocolate.

I'll listen.





Poetry by Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-10-14 at 08:24

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Sona
oh wow! this is such a beautiful heartwarming poem, you have written. All good things personified.....amazing. Beautiful.
2018-10-17


Bibek
Ah, I always love your "list poem." This one is full of details and vivid ideas. The final stanza sums up everything. Bravo!

Bibek
2018-10-14

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