Tuesday Poem: Up

February 15, 2016

Up

To look up from cracks
to see two joined
fifty years by love,
cemented into couple,
completed by time;

To feel sudden sun’s lick
render you gerbera,
face stroked by light petal
eight minutes old
caressed by time;

To see dog raise hairy flag
of flesh and wag
a fan in smell-poem air,
simple and clear,
careless of time;

is joy.

P.S. Cottier

mango with stick

I wrote this ages ago and can’t remember if it’s been published. Not on My List, so probably not! (My List is all the publications and awards I’ve had, and is a kind of memoir. But listier and with rather less angst.)

A simple poem with a bit of repetition for those who like that sort of thing.  The dog in the photo likes the same line of poetry being thrown out again and again.  We’d call it a stick.

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2 Responses to “Tuesday Poem: Up”

  1. Love the phrase ‘smell-poem air. The joys of doggydom!

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