Sunday, November 19, 2017

Poem for her 354

Dear Readers,


Her Face


You sit there and I look at you
Your face is looking forward as you drive
The hands on the butter knife sure
You drive the knife into the butter
Spreading it on the graham cracker
The car going just as fast as needed
I see you in the seat smiling
Thinking of two thoughts at once
We all see things in a slight blur
Here in the moment and also elsewhere
I can tell you things as they drift past
Moving faster than the light should
As things mesh into the blur of thought
And emotions and at times both
You at the wheel and dinner table
Driving two different hands full of cards
Pulling one forward and one back and
I win some and I lose track of where we are
Until I shift my gaze and hand you the wine glass
Cheers babe Thanks for the note of knowing me

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.


Friday, November 17, 2017

Poem for her 353

Dear Readers,


The Kiss

Your face in front of me the coat still on
I stand there and look at you glasses just off
The blue sky eyes bright and wide
I am trying to think which hand is which
I want to kiss the left hand and have to decide
I also want to kiss your lips but want your hand first
The day stands out and then shifts
The night we kiss hello arrives again and again
As we arrive in the same second each century
As the long day goes by the turning of the dial
The radio plays that song again, or that other one
The song where I play the banjo and you sing
The sounds of the dreams in our ears as I write
The lyrics of the next song we are to sing
Then you wake and I am rubbing your back low and slow
The night is not here yet but your sighs are
Sounding in my ear and repeat my name.

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Thursday, November 16, 2017

Poem for her 352

Dear Readers,


Hunting

For a card to send you
To make you that new recipe
Those little mint leaves in the tea
You wanted to get the red cape
So you got it, now it's in the closet
Bring up the blue one next to it
Where the pocket has the stars from the pool
The ones that fell off the tree we moved
The one we cut for christmas two years ago
Those capes you like to wear
Hanging in the closet of new cedar wood
Holding you in my hands as we dance
The night is young let us play a few more tunes
The radio dial set to all your favorite stations
Hunting for just the right song to dance to
The dawn's early edges flow into the window
Finds your head curled into my shoulder
Both of us asleep and the radio's soft melody
Hunts for a few more dance steps


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Wednesday, November 15, 2017

Poem for her 351

Dear Readers,

Five and time

Your foot wiggled on the bed
The thoughts running through my head
The fingers and toes meshed slow
The giggles of your laughter tickled low
The toes sat there and I wanted them
They wanted just a bit more than fingers
I slowly moved and there was a slip of giggle
I had just licked your toes all five of them
I pulled your foot closer to me
Slipped my hand under your leg
Moved my fingers to the beat of your time
The sounds on your laptop barely heard
The music playing as I kissed your leg
Or your foot when I wasn't massaging the other
The other foot safe under covers
Was just a few minutes away from
More of the same, another five and time


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Tuesday, November 14, 2017

Poem for her 350

Dear Readers,


The Drive,


The drive down memory lane that you took
When my camera was rolling was windy
The smile on your face as you pointed out things
Touched by my hands on your thigh
The song on the radio was about kissing
The kissing we had done just hours before
The missing of your touch on my face
The lick of butter off the graham crackers
The slice of raspberry on the spoon
The sound you make when I touch your hem line
The wind over the highway as we drive
I can't tell the readers all our thoughts
The ones on video or the ones not
I look at your laughter and smile the taste
Of you fresh as the morning dew on my toes
The heat adjusted as you are in coat
And I am in summer garb with just a bit of chill
The night longer without us in each other's arms
The day still and dim in the room as we sleep
The taste of each other fresh on the kiss


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Sunday, November 12, 2017

Poem for her 349

Dear Readers,


Cards

You said it'd take you a while to find one
I handed you the deck and we played
The egg on cheeses on grilled bread meal done
The video recording the smiles and laughter
The day bright and sunshine in the cabin
Home again after long weeks in town
Planting the backyard with roses and garlic
Singing in the morning summer dew
You'd been wearing that summer dress we liked
The shade of the trees shared with the clover
The smell of a fresh cut mint sprig in your hand
The thoughts about chocolate and mint and raisins
The smile of your face once I said I'd want a giggle
You move your lips this way and that and I kiss you
In the poses in the mirror the camera sees the sigh
In the fingers sliding over the shoulders a mew
The day grows breezy and the dress flutters in your swirl
The game is a toss up You win, I win, when we hit 26 each
The notes taken down in the diary about the flowers picked
The camera angled to take pictures of your hands
In the flower pile tossing them in the air
The cards you will pick over the years each wonderful
The smiles and laughter drawn on paper edges
Pleasing to our sight as the days drift by


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Saturday, November 11, 2017

Poem for her 348

Dear Readers,



Grey with reddish pin stripes

Smooth shoulders there in the morning chill
The heat of the evening past flowing slow
The goose pimples you laugh about
As my fingers cool touch your neck
The plate on the table empty and smiling
It had our toast and eggs and rice
And the noodles and the shrimp too
Splashed all on top of it
We napped and whispered the day by
The notes and flowers drawn on the pages
The Words you wrote singing softly to me
The thoughts of your feet in my hands
The look of you standing there eyes alight
The feel of time standing still
The touch of lips keeping me
Always and Forever hands held together
The coffee warm and the glass full
Thinking of lines to write on you


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.