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I look at last into your blue blue eyes
And touch your silver hair-
My fingers reach for the familiar
Warmth of your neck,
I hold your face between my hands
And feel the soft tickle of your mustache
As your lips come back to mine;
I lay my head upon your shoulder
And meld in your strong embrace
And the time apart is erased.

lgreen
9/4/02

yay! my mommy's finally writing poetry again. and it's beautiful.
although you forgot to mention the systematic bellowing, but i guess that's not too poetic, eh?
loveya,skye

Thank heavens he's home, can't take much more of this silence JP

Hi JP---I have been-shall we say--scattered. Been reading--but not posting much---you are right---out of sorts---but better now...I'm back!!
Sounds like you missed me--how sweet it is! Ell

Ell, Nice poem, I know that scattered feeling. There is such a oneness in some relationships that when your partner is gone part of you is gone as well. jhs

Like the poem
Like you
~
Sargirl

Welcome back Ell,

I had touble relating to this piece though. I was just starting to get in the groove of it, when that mustache came about and ruined the mood ;-)

I am glad to see you happy again.

Brucefur

Brucefur---actually--the mustache part is what tickles my fancy!
the happy happy Ell

JHS: I knew you could relate--by the way, am still working on Mr. Ed to go to Vegas for the Elvis renewing our vows experience--used you as an example--he is a hard nut to crack--but never give up----hugs Ell

skye: am actually working on a bellowing poem.still in my head not yet committed to paper---lovenstuff Ell

That was so very lovely. Though I can't believe his hair is completely silver....mostly just a little gray.

Well, third time's a charm. Don't know what my computer is doing, everything came up as unread, so don't know what I've looked at and what I haven't. It also erased my name, so I couldn't post. Argh, I hate these things. Anyway, what I wanted to say was:-
Hi Ell, Of course I've missed you, who else has such a heart. Remind those girls of yours what a great Mom they have. How about a pic. would be nice to see who I'm talking to. 'Course no one is ever like I imagined them. For instance I imagined Bruce to be older, with tweed jacket and specs. but I like the real one much better. JP

cb: his hair is silver thru and thru---- take a good look! thanks for the read! hugs Ell

JP: am going to post a pic soon---look a lot like you except I enhance my hair color to a sometimes astonishing red hue--depending on my mood---I need help scanning--Actually my girls tell me what a great mom I am---now isn't that just too sweet---unless of course if I am tormenting them--
Yeah, I love pictures---and I think you have a great heart too!! xxoo Ell

Hey Ell,

In the second to last line, should that be "meld into your...?"

Brucefur

I'm late, but I'm there at last.
Ell, good work, welcome home!
(Damn I wish something like that would happen to me next year...jealous! Be happy!)
silent siren

Hi silent siren,
Just wondering why next year?
Rubix

Brucefur: Yes, "meld" is the correct word as that means a combination of melt and weld---to merge.....that was my intent---I always use words that could be a typo--huh???!!!

It must be silent Saturday!!! Nice to hear from ya----and patience is a virtue! hugs Ell

Ell,

The meld is there, it was in/into I was referring to. Sorry for the confusion.

B

lgreen,
Hugs for that post on sunday! )

RubiX:
Will be in Seattle next year where the acquaintance of my Swedish holidays living in Los Angeles will hopefully pick me up, no message for almost a month cause he moves and I am lonely nibbling on time's seconds posting free verse without order in the archives - meeting my friends.

silent siren

Brucefur: Used the word " into"---as to mix "into" something as to form a part...do you think incorrect choice of word--I felt it worked---?? Yes? No?
Ell

wow did i miss this nice poem igreen it sorta reminded me of Zed from a sereis of books im currently reading though im not sure about his eye colors but Zed is a wizard

"To write something, you have to risk making a fool of yourself." Anne Rice

Ok Brucefur: I'm a little confused--I meant to use into--I read it as into--althought I used in---consider it changed----makes you wonder somtimes!!!

Nolon: Thanks for the read---actually---the man in the poem is a wizard of sorts! Ell

lgreen,
This is lovely. I blush.

A woman’s love is music to my ears.

Squire

:-), Don't worry Ell, I do that ALL the time, or skip words altogether, as you have most likely noticed.

Brucefur

Thanks Squire--I love to see a man blush!

Brucefur--but don't ya love how I go into this elaborate explanation for the reason why I used a word that I didn't use and should have....I was hoping all along that it was you that was confused!!! Ell

Missed this whilst I was away. My contribution is a poem about how the old globetrotter must feel about you when he's away.

And, at last, I have an answer to the question my grandson asked: Why are ladies different to boys? It's because they know what it's like to kiss a moustache!

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in...

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

e.e. cummings (who else?)

Stephen

Stephen: That e.e. cummings was a romantic..........thanks for sharing..
and I do think he carries my heart with him.....and a perfectly reasonable explanation to your grandson...about the differences.....Ell

Stephen-

Any man who kissed my grandmother knew that 'mustache' feeling. As you can imagine, there were few takers!

Ah............ gggggggggggeeeeeeeeeeesssssssssssseeeeeeeeeeeee

mushy stuff.


Nicely done mushy stuff,


but don't tell my sister I said that.

Terry

Terry---your secret is safe with me......Ell

Has anyone heard from Linda?


Les

I wish! Had dinner with her and her wonderful spousal unit in Denver a few years back. Last time I was there, couldn't find her phone number. Unknow.

Very touching poem!

K.Q.

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