Friday, September 21, 2018

Poem for her 651

Dear Readers,


Eggs

There were three of them in the fridge
But two more on the counter
There was a smile on your face
You had a potato in your hand
The smile said
Good Morning Love
What's for breakfast with these

So the skillet was used
And then some of this and that
Handing you a Plate
Then a fork
And then your big mug
Coffee was yesterday
Tea today
There the smiles sitting facing
The meal finished

The recipe
Ours and if you others want it too
Well um, Ask her
She is the Birthday Girl
As always in these poems
But she'll just laugh
And say
He invented it on the plate
And I helped the process
By giving him the choices
Ingredients that is

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Thursday, September 20, 2018

Poem for her 650

Dear Readers,

Moss

There was that picture moss everywhere
The rocks covered with it
The path down the hill
Then we both looked close
Said at the same time
We've been there
Took us a while to find it
The scrapbooks have dates
But hard to find exact pictures
There on the one from that snowy year
The moss covered rocks
A note saying we also had video
There your hands on a tree
There that path
Screen saver pictures always amaze
Today we had one that we were at
There in the mossy rocks of a park
Off the trail up a way
The picnic and those new crackers
We made notes to buy a few more
The store made them in the back
Not a brand to get easy
But the winery we'd visit again
We made some plans

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Tuesday, September 18, 2018

Poem for her 649

Dear Readers,


Tuesday


The rain had stopped and the sun was out
The birds were in the bird feeders
There was a bunny rabbit in the garden
The porch was cool and still dry
The swing was swaying
You'd pulled your feet up
The sound of things it's own music
I was cuddling with you
That Blonde tabby you are purring
The fall day was going to lead to stars
There was some astronomy event we wanted to see
The clouds moved off slowly
The night promised to kiss us
With fire lights from the sky
And a soft fire in the bedroom too
Even in the grate with the wood

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.


Monday, September 17, 2018

Poem for her 648

Dear Readers,


You

Standing there in the chill of late winter
The car still warm and cooling fast
The parking lot almost empty
I can see you standing over there
I think
Is that her
I take in the shape and smile
Thin
Thick coat
Blonde hair
Oh wow that is her

Standing there in the parking lot
Blonde hair in the shade of my van
I am just noticing for the first time
Those yarn X's on your shoulders
I am heard to say so on the video
I get in close and
Thin
Your hand isn't shaking
You are so awesome
I can't breath
I kiss you off camera
As I have turned it off
Wanting to be near you

Standing there in a picnic place's parking lot
We look about as we see a new place
Never been to before
Never planned on
It was listed on a map
We had never traveled through
Be this the tenth trip
Or the 90th
We are standing
Looking about
At the world
Through our soul


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Sunday, September 16, 2018

Poem for her 647

Dear Readers,


Coffee

The brew was dripping hot
The smell a chocolate warm
There was a hint of other things
Sweet flowers on the table
That smokey wood in the fire place
The butter melted on toast
The table set for two but not
There was only one plate in the middle
The cups each had different colors in them
Mine a creamy colored chocolate
Yours a black dye of steam
The eggs on top were sliced to shreds
The toast was going fast
The noodles too
The plate turned round
The fork to slice
The fork to eat
The camera held and recording
Our talk crisp as the sun outside
The smells the camera couldn't see
But the smiles and banter it could
Good Morning

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.


Saturday, September 15, 2018

Poem for her 646

Dear Readers,


Soft

Soft touches of sunshine on the window
Off to go see the sight of sun light
There the first time in a week
The speakers of the radio tell the tale
Joyous music plays for your dance
There the floors covered in squares of light
The reflections of the stained glass sparkle
The day is one to bounce with now
The light lingers a time
The clouds cover the vision
But you've seen the sun and are happy
It was still around
Not locked away in a cloud bank
The sweet lines of a poem drift by
The tale told of mirth and shine
The dance in the movie with rain slides by
The sunny morning soon as
He walks into the room with fresh hot coffee
Hands you a plate
Mei Fun and eggs on toast

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Friday, September 14, 2018

Poem for her 645

Dear Readers,


Sunshine

That day when the sun was just starting to rise
You were looking out over the beach
Seeing horses and sand and dunes and waves
There was the beach house in the distance
Your phone playing some music
Your camera taking some pictures
The sun came up and the day brightened a bit more
Those are the days you want more of
As the clouds hang out over where you are
The bright sun and the sky blue
The color of your eyes
The color of that hue on your fingernails
The big painting that will be on our wall
The big blue sky and the sun peeking out
There is that blaze of shine to make you smile
Hugs and kisses babe
Sunshine you are to me

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.