Sunday, July 13, 2014

Everyday Love

   Steps by Tess Kincaid

I reach for you like a dish.
You read to me over breakfast
while I pour coffee.
There is a coming
and going sort of rhythm
to us.
We are everyday
spoons and forks
not good silver people.
The stairs leading to our room
are well worn.


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42 comments:

  1. Ah, this sounds like heaven .. once in a lifetime love.

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  2. You have been there a long time, or you are at it a lot! A gentle funny poem... my favourites.

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  3. everyday beats the silver crap any day, walk on

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  4. I love that "good silver sort of people" part. Well done!

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    1. Cheers Teresa. I'm definately an everyday spoon. :o)

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  5. Ah, those well worn steps, to their room, say it all! Lovely write.

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  6. i am kinda glad i am not a good silver kinda person...
    and that is not a bad rhythm to have either...smiles.

    happy monday mary

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    1. Thanks Brian. Your comments always make me smile too. Hope you have a good day as well.

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  7. Comfortable folks, the kind I like to hang out with, the kind of love I aspire to.

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  8. Loved it Mary
    Beautifully done.
    I like spooning too! . . . lol
    Managed to get mine done eventually

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    1. Thanks Eddie. I'll go and have a look at yours now.

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  9. Well that is good worn path to follow..enjoyed your poem..

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  10. Brilliant. A great sense of 'closeness' and love.

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  11. Yes, there is a comforting feel about those stairs, like old cutlery or slippers.

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  12. Exquisite. There is a well-worn love in those stairs.

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  13. You had me with that first line...loved this...

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  14. What a wonderful life you live....beautiful!

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  15. Thank you Cheryl. Sorry I didn't see your comment sooner.

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