written Autumn 2007
It is nice to wake amongst a riot of colour,
the wallpaper you designed with me in mind
and the painted shutters depicting freedom,
peace of mind, a soaring effervescent spirit.
I take my bicycle, rusty now but it still works,
a bone shaker that revives my soul
and only a lavendar scented bath that
will ease the ache in my knees and calves.
Later I shall have to tackle the garden
yet I am loathe so to do, in its unkempt
state it is beautiful, wild, an oasis
of untramelled thoughts - my thoughts
I like the solitude, yet I do get lonely
when winter comes, I shall hibernate
in woolly socks and just the sheerest
hint of lingerie that you like best.
I hear the burr of my computer, my
workhorse who connects me with
the world that I at times prefer to forget.
Lunch will be an occasion, casual not formal.
Poetry by Elle
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Written on 2013-10-24 at 20:21
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At Peace
It is nice to wake amongst a riot of colour,
the wallpaper you designed with me in mind
and the painted shutters depicting freedom,
peace of mind, a soaring effervescent spirit.
I take my bicycle, rusty now but it still works,
a bone shaker that revives my soul
and only a lavendar scented bath that
will ease the ache in my knees and calves.
Later I shall have to tackle the garden
yet I am loathe so to do, in its unkempt
state it is beautiful, wild, an oasis
of untramelled thoughts - my thoughts
I like the solitude, yet I do get lonely
when winter comes, I shall hibernate
in woolly socks and just the sheerest
hint of lingerie that you like best.
I hear the burr of my computer, my
workhorse who connects me with
the world that I at times prefer to forget.
Lunch will be an occasion, casual not formal.
Poetry by Elle
Read 680 times
Written on 2013-10-24 at 20:21
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