garden gloves

6/27/10

As the storm comes closer,

I rescue things from the yard.

The rake,

the rusty clippers,

my cushion for the chaise.

It has daisies

printed in blue

and yellow

all over.

But wait- what else?

My garden gloves-

and I find them next to yours.

Touching

as we haven't for weeks.

It is like a stolen moment-

without the fear of rejection

without the fear of commitment

without the fear of tears

and I can not comprehend what happened

or where to go from here.

-L.Blackwell

Author's Note

this is not my usual style, but I felt compelled to write it. It just really poured out of me.

Reviews

[Tate Morgan]

IT IS TH ABILITY TO SHARE WITH OTHERS THE TRUTHS WE CANNOT LIVE WITHOUT THAT GIVES TO YOUR WORK A UNIQUE QUALITY IT DOES WHAT ALL OTHERS WANT IT TO IT GIVES THM EMOTIONS THROUGH YOU THAT MAKE THEM FEEL THE SAME AND RESONATE WITH I KNOW THIS I KNOW YOU !

[deeps]

sad but yet beuatiful, i like this

[Cheryl J. Turner]

Beautiful, sad and painful.

[Iota]

Now this poem will hit you in the frontal lobes. I really like how you started with something so common and then turned it into a statement that is true for many couples. Holding hands is a lost art but one that is often missed greatly. So very true wondering why this happens in relationships, so very true. Excellent write.

[Alicante lullaby]

this is LD beyond beauty...
with the fear of rejection
without the fear of commitment
without the fear of tears
you do wow kind of justice with a girl's feelings here.

[Julijana Velichkovska]

you are going to make me cry...
the poem is beautiful!
love,
Julijana