Breakfast Rituals
After breakfast
and without so much as
even thinking
He half turned and placed
the very
tenderest of kisses upon her
right temple ..
Then, they just stood there
side by side
Deep in contemplation for
a moment ..
Until something clicked and
he resumed
the rinsing and she began
to dry the used
fine china breakfast dishes ..
Those reserved for
Sunday mornings, such as these
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Sunday’s are the most required
Nice one dear poet…
Sundays are kinda special aren't they ............ thanks for taking a peek this fine morning .. Neville
Ah, bliss..... then out came the rolling pin (the missing verse).
Such a lovely romantic scene i can't believe in.... not in my life.... my history.... sob..... what have i been missing all these years?
Ahh' ... I can almost feel where you are coming from DA .. forgive me sir if I went overboard with the niceness of it all ... lets put my insensitivity down to poetic license ......................................... Hope you are okay mate and your day is kind to you ..................................................................... Neville
Sounds great that kind of Sunday with two washing plates between cuddles........ ah - nuff said..........x
it does sound kinda luverly doesn't it Fay ... still, I aint gonna go dump me dishwasher for nothing, she would probably think there was a significant other .................................................. maybe ... x
A fine scene pictured there N.
I might try a kiss but I might swoon!
Oh, go on, Orchi, give it a try! lol.
Thank you Mr. O .............................................. 🙂
so like, this intoxicating feeling - here
we're experiencing
after finishing your beautiful poem
is what all those romance flicks and books
try to emulate and recreate...
such distilled poignancy,
amazingly transparent sensuality,
and those subtle notes of love's unquantifiable levels
of instinctive intimacy!
thank you,
this is such a treat, to read, dear Masterful Poet!
and I fully appreciate the imbued potential, in your poetry
to initiate the flood
of cherished images and memories
we're all recollecting and delighting-in, after reading it
Aww gawsh Mek .. now see what you gone and made me done my very fine & generous friend ..
I'm having a bloomin job to get my hat on .. & I gotta go out in a tick and walk the dog .. N
Neville,
What a treat……
Breakfast, Lunch,
and/or Dinner…hmmm…..
I’ll dabble and nibble……………….
A very pleasing and deliciously composed poem.
Thank you for sharing.
Laura🌻
... thank you for for making me smile Laura & truly tooly ... 🌻 x
You’re most welcome.
You made me, too…as you always do!☺️
A tender moment caught and revealed in fine fashion. Sunday morning breakfasts have always meant the beginning of Family day. Gatherings that portend of visits from the children and grandchildren, now. So, it's lovingly started with a kiss at breakfast. Yes, your poem develops the scene beautifully and the "fine china" gives it a sense of importance. It reminded me of so many similar moments. Loved it. - Phil A.
Great to have you back in my corner Phil .. Hope you and the gang are all fit n well ... All Good Things, your pall, Neville
He? LOL
thanks for leaving your mark here 🙂
Good romantic times in the beginning of the day Neville. Fine words.
Andy
Thank you kind sir ...................... Neville
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