Visiting a friend
Visiting a friend
Ours is a some time relationship that begins with a text or a call. It was my call that put the spins inside me & the skips to my rhyme. Yes, I was writing poetry, in fact, a poem about you on the weekend. I asked if Tuesday or Wednesday we might spend time doing what we do, & yes, you said, we should. I arrive. You are in your favorite robe-- your hair a mess. Guess what? I’ve got to get ready. Would you forgive us? My son & I watched scary movies until three this morning & we overslept. I dreamed a provocative dream last night.
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I like the informal tone here, as if you were talking to me. Here’s to messy hair!
Messy hair, I salute you…
I liked the lead in that said:”…put the spins
inside me & the skips
to my rhyme.” Felt clear and increased interest to know how things progressed. I agree–I like the way the poem goes with the flow as things happen…nice honesty over oversleeping–makes all relatable between friends–a fine poem!
That was my hope, Ann–and you pegged it. Thank you…