I give you a humble potato,imperfect and caked in soil,ready to be bathed in clear water,it’s knobbles caressed and cherished. So versatile is the potato,it can be whatever you will,roasted, mashed, fried. To you I offera dish of Dauphinoise – embellished with garlic and cream, sliced potatocheesy with Gruyere, sprinkled with dill,slow-cooked until crispy on […]
Tag: Valentine’s Day
To Steph
My dear,I’ll keep this short and sweet,like you, and the tartes au citron we’d eat,and the wine we’d drink in summer sunon rickety chairs in your garden. We’d giggle, laugh and sometimes sing,and often end up wonderingif passers-by could hear and smile at the love and fun we shared for a while. I missed you […]
Hold My Hand
You don’t need to make big gestures,spend all your money, hand me the moon,photograph or paint me in vivid pictures,or feed me exotic food on a silver spoon. As the Beatles sang in our distant youth,I want to hold your hand. You don’t have to pretend to understandevery single poem I’ve ever composed,take me on […]
The Ghost in the Corner
I’ve had enough of being haunted. It’s not that I’m afraid of the ghost in the corner, but she’s a distraction, especially when I’m reading, writing or watching television. She always has a little smile on her lips and a twinkle in her eye, as if she’s making fun of me. I admit, I do […]
The Morning After
the candles are burnt drips of wax on the table among red petals Kim M. Russell, 17th February 2020 My response to Carpe Diem #1812: The Day After Valentine’s Day Last Friday was Valentine’s Day and today’s theme is ‘the day after Valentine’s Day’ (not counting the weekend!). Chèvrefeuille has shared a haiku by a […]
Breaking Hearts
commercialism puts a hefty price on love breaking lonely hearts Kim M. Russell, 14th February 2020 My response to Carpe Diem #1811: Valentine’s Day Today is Valentine’s day, for many a day to send cards to secret lovers or give gifts to the ones they love.
Vincent’s Valentine
Vincent said, “There is nothing more truly artistic than to love people.” But Vincent, when you braved love’s snarling thicket, you didn’t expect nervous coughs in quiet rooms. You believed that fungus and algae are stronger together, survive every kind of weather. Now, you gaze at your lover and see no white doves but a […]
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