Thursday, November 14, 2013

Of Morning and Manta (A Poem)

We dream
Together
Two hearts
And one heap
Beneath a mountain
Of terry cloth
And floral.
You tell me
You’d like
To take me to
Some Spanish country
Or a tiny town
Nestled into the
Corner island
By the sea
Where village children
Ride their bikes,
Offering tasteless
Salt-taffy
To unsuspecting
Tourists.
My feet are cold,
Winter pushing itself
Against our
Bedroom window
And I reckon the sea
Sounds nice
So I smile and
You kiss my nose.
I stuff this moment
Into the happy sack
Of my heart,
Manta for
The lonely nights
Of some other year.

Written for Poets United and We Write Poems.

13 comments:

  1. How poignant, after the happiness, to contemplate: "mantra for the lonely nights of some other year."

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  2. This is delightful - an adventure to comfort us while enduring dull reality.

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  3. Excellent scene setting in here and I love this a lot,

    "Winter pushing itself
    Against our
    Bedroom window"

    It's a unique way to speak of the cold and I can relate to this feeling as of late.

    Great write!

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  4. So many lovely images here... I love it all!

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  5. I thoroughly enjoyable read, Miss Stacy. Yes, I do like the idea of slipping away to a warm Spanish-speaking country right now. The cold is upon us sooner than I'd hoped. Thank you for your lovely poem.

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  6. I enjoyed the scenes you set. Nippy here too!

    While I have a blogspot place I often forget to also post there most of my stuff on my WP blogs...
    It's a race to figure out where to go some days. Glad I stopped by here. I did two for this bike prompt.

    Best to your muse :)

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  7. Beautiful poem, Stacy! I love the fact that you elected to write about an imaginary trip instead of a real one. I thoroughly enjoyed the image of creating a "mantra for the lonely nights of some other year".

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  8. ah i would be putting it into the happy sack as well...that one wants to be with you...wants to run away somewhere special...with you....its def a happy thing....and yes it might not last but relish it and save it for when you need it...

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  9. What a beautiful, dream-filled moment you have described here. I like the idea of stuffing such moments into a happy sack for other times in the year. Smiles.

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  10. So nice to be the 'one heap' with someone special and dream to run, ...and save it in your heart for later....warming up my heart...thanks for sharing.

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  11. Simple but I love the way you have written it and find it rather touching. Thank you.

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