ANOTHER DAY

I think of you once a day . . .

All day.

With Kodak precision

You return to me to force a smile.

The funny way you jumped

When excited, clapping your hands

With the shrill, laugh-broken cry.

I feel your arms slide around my neck

Your cheek on mine, tear-wet.

Your whispers darting into memory

To be replayed when night is heavy.

 

I dream of you; I can’t escape

The cloud of your hair

On the pillow beside me.

You pull my arm around you

And snuggle to fit against me.

“Sleep late,” you whisper

“The sun is always so cruel.”

But brightness slides between the slits

Of the venetian blinds

And the clock hand becomes king

And I am the servant of another day.

Reviews

[Bowers]

beautiful, love is powerful, the feeling of one you love beside you and the sun that interrupts the emotion, the delicate time... great write

[DrD]

Thanks for you visit and please come again.

[Zahra]

And the clock hand becomes king

And I am the servant of another day.
Beautifully written, really nice

[DrD]

So glad you liked it and I truly appreciate your visit.

[David Scott]

The day is only gel waiting to poured into the mold of our minds ...
It is not the other way around.
I understand feeling this way and even living years believing myself the slave of the morrow...
Yet each day is a gift. Once we receive it, the day is our servant if we but ask what we will make of it rather than let it happen to us...
You pen the reality of pain and sorrow. It takes more than most realize from most of us...
Be your own master..." once a day... all day ".
Loved the poem.

[DrD]

Thanks, David. It's good to share words with you again.

[J.J. NIGHTINGALE]

THIS is the David I recall .. The Lover ..
Whispers replayed
When night is heavy ..sigh

Memories seem closer as we grow older.
maybe it's just me ..but I seem to be lost
In yesterday, more than ever..

Beautiful.. lovely .. warm..... Jazz xoxo

[DrD]

Ah sweet Jazz . . . thanks as always. And who's older? Days mas pass around us but somehow there's that something inside that loves to leap with signs of hope and a love revisited.

[J.J. NIGHTINGALE]

True..............♥...

[J.J. NIGHTINGALE]

Oh.. YOU are welcome..................