Still Life: A Love Poem

Our keys hang on hooks in the wall

Our shoes cuddle by the door

Our clothes mingle on the floor

Our dishes soak in the sink

Foreign authors lean on unexpected shoulders on a shelf

Your soap looks so comfortable in my soap dish

Every day I find us

Plainly painted perfectly

In a still life

And I smile sweetly to myself

Reviews

[Mike Keenan]

Quite nice juxtapositions - would omit second 'soap' and change last 'and' to as.

[JE Falcon]

Well, if I didn't read it, I wouldn't have believed that simplicity could be so endearing. This is such a smooth and heartwarming way to that you are in love. Wonderful!

[Bee Oxford]

Thank you so much for the kind review and for taking the time to read.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

such affection here...such a nice painting in words....
my mom was a painter and a painting...
she and my dad were married for 70 years.
My favorite painting of hers is of two empty chairs on a porch.
we look at it and imagine who sat or will sit there.
Perhaps my folks spirits are in those chairs now.
Beautiful poem.
j.

[Bee Oxford]

Thank you for such a lovely review, that painting of the chairs sounds like the exact sentiment I was going for. Thank you!

[Gee]

Tis one of the more clever love poems I have read. The simple things in life and tolerance
Welcome to the cafe Bee

[Bee Oxford]

thanks for the nice review!