I am slowly but surely attempting to catch up on some of your older pieces, which I didn't get around to reviewing when they were still new...you know I hate missing out on any of your works, but with an imagination a prolific as yours, sometimes things slip through the cracks...you can forgive me for missing the odd one, right Mrs.R? ;)
Two reasons for starting with this one: it's the oldest one of yours in my RR list, and of course, the title...of course, after 67 reviews there isn't much else for even me to say...it takes me about five poems to get that many reviews, but that's beside the point ;P And you can probably surmise the things that are going through my mind as I read this one anyway...it has me thinking, probably more now than I would have been had I read it in April...it's fairly direct by your standards, but as always, it's unmistakably you...I wonder how long it's been since you've read this one yourself...I'm as intrigued by that as I am by the poem, cuz I'm wondering what you'll say when you do ultimately get this review...again, there just isn't much I can say about the poem itself, I can only concur with that everyone else has said...I'll try to get so some of the others as soon as possible love :) xo
sounds like this very morning, got up early, fixed coffee, stirring in some cream when two familiar arms encircled my waist and with a kiss on the neck let me know how happy I had made her the night before.
Loved this little scribble. and coffee in the morning.
Trace
"love scribbles left on the sheets"
quite the sweet and graphic description of the remnants of night of lovemaking
"early morning's steaming coffee glances"
I always wished I could share those glances with my husband who hates coffee (and odd thing to miss, but I wish we shared that love)
If you want to know me, read my poetry, it's all in there. I am a mother of three sons (my finest moments) a sister, a survivor and a little bit crazy. I lost my beloved sister to suicide, so you'll.. more..