Monday, April 27, 2015

2015 Poem A Day, Day Twenty Seven

For today’s prompt, write a looking back poem. Of course, some people just glance over their shoulders, and others stop and turn all the way around. Some look back in time and weigh their successes and failures, evaluate things they could do better. Some claim they never look back. Whatever your stance on looking back, capture it in a poem today.

This is for my parents, who have been married for forty years. I'm trying to reflect how their love has grown and changed over time. I hope I hit somewhere close to the mark.

A Year, A Life

our love, in barefoot splendor,
traipsing through thick viny trails
cut off shorts and halter tops
dandelion born on gales

our love in springtime formals,
reveling in orchid blooms
a rich and gauzy fabric
full of softly fragrant plumes

our love, dressed in winter's clothes,
bundled tight against the cold,
a woolly warmth protects us,
never let the chill take hold

now our love is autumn's cloak
gathered across our shoulders
at campfire's side, side by side,
while life's long ember smolders

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