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he squints when he can't find his specs
all three pairs of them
our arguments peel paint off the walls
he cooks lasagna and sings in french
he does not lick his finger when he turns a page
(otherwise i would leave him)
he makes fresh orange juice every morning
buys flowers on Friday (not gerberas)
he knows to leave me be in my sad time
he is my rock i am his ocean
I don't know if this is the piece linked in for dVerse...but goodness, any man who leaves you be in your sad time...keeper!
ReplyDeleteHa thanks!
Deletethis is lovely.
ReplyDeleteThanks Sheila.
Deleteno argument is worth having unless it rips the paint off the walls..but j is flippant..i am glad both rock and ocean share lasagna and flowers..
ReplyDeleteNo,that's fine Jaerose....diurnal bloodsport is part of our routine...sort of like being a gladiator in Ancient Rome:)
Delete..lovely brief poem that says so much about your significant other..it's in the details ;)
ReplyDeleteWell please don't get carried away...I only mentioned the good bits:)
Deletei really enjoyed this poem... capsulates both the good and bad that make up a meaningful, long-term relationship. And I share your sentiments on the evils of licking one's fingers to turn pages. YUCK!!
ReplyDeleteOops...watch out for Claudia:)
DeleteEasy, smeazy .... The real test comes when he can't find his dentures and you mislay a prosthetic limb somewhere.
ReplyDeleteNah he has great teeth and sturdy fetlocks ... good for many more years of slashing paddocks and driving in fence posts. Unlike the Irish we do not send our fine racing studs to the knackery when they are old:)
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely tribute to your old china. It is certainly best to check out those irritating habits before committing to a long term relationship.
ReplyDeleteI wonder what he would say about you?
Hmmm catching the tiger by the tail is not without its consequences but undoubtedly there are fringe benefits otherwise he would not still be around...could it be that I am filthy rich and keep him style I wonder?:)
Deletehaha...i lick my fingers when i turn a page...smiles..love all the details you love about him, the cooking lasagna and singing in french...nice
ReplyDeletePleeeeeeze...you are going to upset Aprilific. Incidentally,if you are planning on proposing to me I am going to have to turn you down!
DeleteKeep him!
ReplyDeleteOK then.
DeleteWell, I'm sure he's relieved that you didn't put up a resistance to the idea!
DeleteHe does not like poetry and does not read my blog so what I say on here is private, just between me and you and the other couple of hundred people who visit this site every week:)
DeleteOh dear...
DeleteThat is a very cool love poem. 'Tis an art to show love and affection without all the fluffy words or saying it directly.
ReplyDeleteFunny the things people find disgusting -- like licking fingers to turn a page.
My wife HATES the sound of anyone clipping their fingernails and yells at us to close the bathroom door if we are doing it -- whereas I don't mind at all.
Yet she will walk into my office, flossing her teeth and try to have a face-to-face conversation while doing so. Go figure! But I've not left her yet. But if I didn't close that bathroom door . . .
And as for sad times, it is interesting how people's temperaments differ on that. Some folks want company when sad, others want to be alone. Actually, in Homeopathy (which I think is bunk but use to practice), finding out which end of the spectrum a person lies may change the Remedy offered. I wonder if finger licking is in the Materica Medica. --> I looked, not there, but Arsenicum Album apparently is constantly licking -- why not pages!
Thank you Sabio.How all of our lives differ. We tend to associate with people who have the same standards and expectation of behaviour so it is interesting to hear others live.China was in the car the other day with a barrister and his wife..the speaker phone was on and their teenage daughter had rung to discuss her boyfriend's genital warts ...both parents comfortably discussed this in the presence of a stranger who was invited to join in.
ReplyDeleteI have never thought of myself as ultra conservative but I think I must be.
Such a clear description of live with a person we love. All the little things that drive us crazy...and how they turn out to be so minute when looked at from an objective perspective. I wouldn't mind if my husband licked his fingers turning pages...but I do wish he shared my love of reading.
ReplyDeleteYou are so much nicer than I am Victoria:)
DeleteWhat can this mean: "he is my rock i am his ocean"? Such imagery from so fair a lady.
ReplyDeleteOne is pleased to learn he has, "sturdy fetlocks ... good for many more years of slashing paddocks and driving in fence posts.!
Sigh...this is what comes of allowing non poets to comment on a poetry blog. You need to find your inner poet Maccus or be banished from Poetry Paradise:)
DeleteBanishment is a place I know well. I shall endeavour to seek this gift of poetic imagination and eloquence of expression. I wonder, is there a 'Dummies Guide' on Amazon?
ReplyDeleteLove this specially the last two lines ~ Very deep and romantic without the mush ~
ReplyDeleteI am reading the comments and smiling ~ My hubby lets me be in my writing and says he can't understand or relate to poetry :-)
Ha I can relate to this:)
DeleteYes, Lex knows when I am scribbling to leave me alone. He will come in, kiss the top of my head, I'll squeeze his hand, and he's off. I have a habit of clutching the left side of my hair, which is short, too... so he knows I've had a session when half of me looks like a punk Bozo the Clown!
ReplyDeleteLoved this, stem to stern, especially how he doesn't lick his fingers because he knows you'd leave him! That's a long-standing relationship. The final line is heaven. Peace, Amy
Giggles...Thanks Amy!
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