Adjoining thoughts

sometimes despite our best laid plans ...

Contrived

Was our meeting

To ensure success

 

We were both done

With come by chance

And happenstance.

 

Craving something

Real.

 

But something safe,

A small investment,

 

Nothing we would

Feel.

 

How naive I was

To think I wouldn't find

Romance ...

 

In the

crook of your arm

 

In the

middle of the night

 

In the

way you smell

 

In the

way you breathe

 

Into me when we do things

Just right ...

 

We took all the precautions,

We built the walls.

We just didn't realize

They had adjoining

Rooms.

Author's Note

Captcha jointed (I swear!)

Reviews

[Bacchus]

We were both done
With come by chance
And happenstance.

these lines really drew me in

[Lyn Anderson]

Thank you. There is a little town in Newfoundland called Come By Chance. I have always thought it a clever term.

[Paul Bell]

When someone mentions walls in a poem, you always think the worse. But somehow you managed to break down the wall. Hope the night was good.

[Lyn Anderson]

Thanks for reviewing this one. I appreciate it.

[MomzillaNC]

YVW! :D

[MomzillaNC]

I love this way of looking at the walls we build to protect our hearts, and the way love finds it’s way in anyway. I never quite thought about it this way. Lovely.

[Lyn Anderson]

Aww, thank you. I appreciate it.

[barleygirl]

This message has a melancholy feel that reflects how I've been feeling lately in general. I don't have any recent relationships to compare this to, but it also true of other kinds of relationships, such as friends & family. I really love your use of "walls" to suggest how we humans compartmentalize, but at times, such distinctions get blown away by the realities of intense lingering feelings, regardless of what we do to try to harness the pain.

[Lyn Anderson]

This was my lame attempt at happy. But yeah, two people who have lost much have managed to build something, hopefully not too fragile...

[Lorry]

Sometimes, the safety of the net gives us false hope while falling. Sometimes it catches us, and sometimes we let our guard down knowing it is there to save us, forgetting all else, even the reason for the net in the first place.
Beautiful warm feel to your words here, with the subtlest lines to end on, leaving that thought in the readers mind. Superb.

[Lyn Anderson]

`Thank you, my friend. I do have to get sappy now and again, balances out the other stuff ...

[Lorry]

It does indeed. We all do that :)

[Lyn Anderson]

Either that or we collapse in a puddle of despair and angry words ...

[Lorry]

What? Can't hear you with all this splashing :)

[Lyn Anderson]

glub glub, right there with you.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

oh that first one....yes, we just wanted fun, not to feel...but damn those feelings creep up on us...

we get hijacked...end up at that love motel, with adjoining hearts.

[Lyn Anderson]

Yeah, it happens even when we are sure it won't. Thanks for your review, as always.

[Papaya]

There's always room for something good.
It latches on then moves in slowly.

[Lyn Anderson]

What a nice way of putting it. I have had a few "convenient" relationships that never morphed into anything more -- they were not hurtful, or bad, just over when they were over. This, is different ...

[Papaya]

you are becoming the romantic one now. :)

[Lyn Anderson]

I slipped down that particular rabbit hole a while ago -- just hate to admit it is all.

[Papaya]

Yeah, it's kind obvious. :)

[Shannon]

It doesn't have to be perfect to be good. If it works for both, then it's good.

[Lyn Anderson]

That's the miracle, not looking for perfect, and finding damned close without meaning to. :)

[Coyote Poetry]

Great song and amazing poetry dear friend.
"We took all the precautions,
We built the walls.
We just didn't realize
They had adjoining
Rooms."
Life teaches us many lessons. More takers than givers. I liked the above lines. I been to this place. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Lyn Anderson]

Thanks. I was a huge Juice Newton fan growing up. Years of depression made it impossible for me to listen to romantic music, and country songs -- now I listen to them and sing them again with fresh ears and a clear voice.

[Coyote Poetry]

I love the old songs and you are welcome dear friend.