‘Looks like we’re gonna have some cutbacks’
you begin.
‘Just can’t see any way around it, wages are down
luckily - not gone completely, like most
prices going up, look
we need to do something, now
that’s measured, or we’ll be forced
into something drastic, eventually ….’
Like lulling rainfall on car windows
your words, phase out
and I’m engulfed by my emotions and thoughts;
I look up from your eyes, to that scar on your forehead
just to the left of your right eyebrow
remember dear we were so young, once.
A wild dog had chased you
into our backyard, you hurdled over our flimsy fence
a spec
in tearful eyes, from my position - straddled
to a low hanging branch
of my families Cherry Blossom tree, a weak branch
ominously, choosing to side with gravity
‘don’t hurt it, it’s sick’ first screeched words
that you serenaded me with,
‘kill the turkey, it wants to eat me’ my own
high pitched, reply
you stopped, turned to check
dog was blockaded, momentarily
barking - jousting
with that same, antique fence
rushing, you reached the turkey
and eye to eye
you whispered to its monstrosity
of a face, fearlessly
and just like that, it squawked to relent
and I was free, mercifully;
trembling like a wet rag, rinsed dry
of any façade
I climbed-fell, back
to the safety, by your side.
Looking up, I bellowed loud
‘Thank you, thank you, thank you!
Did it bite your head, too?
How brave! I didn’t see you pass-out…
Oh wait!
Teach me how to do that? …Please?
Very, thank you!’
Looking down at me, then
having to tilt your head, to look up
maintaining laser focused, eye contact
‘you’re kinda huge!’ You whispered, ‘how old?’
‘Seven, in 4 months, 2 weeks and 6 days
plus - a some few hours, I was born at the 4am
in the late, late… ermmm, night?’ I reply
proud, as a multi coloured turkey bird, thingy
I remember seeing on TV.
‘How? What you eat!’ you barked.
‘I’m already five, that’s so not fare!’
Very quickly, maintaining eye contact, with you
soon became work for the daringly brave;
wiping my sweat waterfalls, I smile
or tried
my lips must have been a little crooked
since you too, tilted your pouting face: wearily.
Then we heard a fence shatter
you yanked me by my hand, and we flew
at speeds, children shouldn’t be able to
all the way to the local vet, you
dragged me
screaming your plea, that no one harm
the beast
trying, so devotedly to sample my butt…
I blink, back
to your words and they still hum, like lullaby
as background settings, imbued
with serenity’s promise;
I look at you again, drink-in
every inch
thinking, if you are beauty
than what word describes those models
aesthetic depth: wannabes?!
I’m lost, swimming in melancholy of your eyes
and I can’t help, my whispering thoughts
‘whomever, judged me worthy
made a huge mistake
I’m lucky to be worth a tenth
of your time, in a day
maybe 2 tenths, at my very best
but certainly, nowhere near
my treasured role, as your partner in life.’
I love you!
Words, I try to stare-engrave, into your heart
you notice and assume, I’m getting frisky
with angelic fingertips, tilt
my head, back to your eyes
it always, has to be an eye-to-eye connection
with you
nothing hidden everything bared, shared, defiantly: openly.
Mercy, how can I miss you
seating, a hairbreadth distance
from your lips.
Dear universe, make me worthy
let me not taint
this purity, you’ve blessed
my existence with
please.
Dear you, never give up on me
even by a thorned rope, drag me along
ignore my words and antics
I’ve been your property, since
you first dived, into my eyes…
‘…. And, look I’m so sorry
there’s just no way around it
we’ll have to cancel the Season ticket
just for next year, ok? I’ll even
sale a few of my handbags and shoes
so we’ll be suffering, together …. ‘
Oh, my love this musical cadence
of your voice
your every demeanour, every word
………..
Wait, now!
Was that season tickets, I just heard?
My, SEASON TICKETS: oh hell no!
My pouting lips, blurt out:
‘but that’s just so - not fair…. my Dear’
‘darling, lets think again, can we not, you know
like - sale your car Instead? …. My love?!’
Tiptoeing my words
I begin, my riposte.
© L. B. Mek
August 2021
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- Published: September 13th, 2021 03:13
- Comment from author about the poem: A supportive brother and an encouraging husband is all that was needed for her Genius to flourish; that's all, that any of the beloved ladies in our lives ask for, an equal chance at opportunity nothing more: ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uOrplq_9SH8 )
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Comments5
I'll be back.......
wow, i'm speechless...i admire your beautiful use of imagry...it has me in a daze!!
glad you enjoyed the read
'has me in a daze'
wasn't exactly the outcome I was going for
but I'll take it as a good thing, lol
hope it also made you smile a little..
thank you, for taking the time to write
such a kind and encouraging comment
your poem took me on a roller-coaster of emotions which left me breathless. i did mean it in a good way, i promise!!!
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Amusing nicely penned
thank you, yeah I was trying for the 'amusing'
so your comment, is very much welcomed
thank you for reading such a lengthy write
and still having enough energy to write
such a wonderful comment
Wonderful tale of times passed Mek.
Andy
admittedly, a little artistic license used
but the sentiment's conveyed were all
from my own, treasured memories
thank you Andy,
I'll be going back
to much shorter scribbles now, lol
what can this old scribe say other than epic, because that is precisely what it is L.B . .. Oh' and please excuse my late response ..... N 🙂
there's nothing to excuse, my friend
anywhere I am, your presence
will forever be welcome, and that's a Truth
Time itself, can't deny...
as-ever, I'm humbled by your enduring kindness
thank you!
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