My Kind of Love

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I apologize that I have not visited my favorite blogs. I have spent the weekend with five songwriters and ten writers and poets, safely inspired by my twice a year Big Yellow retreats where we write and share and elevate one another from Friday night until Sunday noon.
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I wrote four pieces and came away with a promise to myself to now, finally again, write regularly. The truth is I've been afraid to write: concerned that a recurring subject matter is best left untouched. But this weekend I wrote what I wrote and it feels good. Progress.

This poem had a prompt: Write something that starts with "You never told me."

I just wrote until it was time to stop.

My Kind of Love
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You never told me
Canaries don’t sing at midnight.
But I told you geese mate for life
And isn’t it better to know that bodies can hold tight
Even when their songs are muffled?
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You never told me how to dance.
But I waltzed you to Paris and remember the night
We found the twenty foot statue on the corner,
Standing where our collective awe shuddered
into our four left feet?
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You never showed me how to color.
Ah the lines were too strict
I thought it best for you
To stick with circles and plaids:
To find the balance on your own
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When I found passion on the sidewalk where were you?
I was in the check out line
Paying for our milk and flour
Glad that you were seeing
the gaiety of garbage recovered
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Did you teach me to love?
Did you repair the trust?
Were you around when I found
The lucky coin inside myself?
I watched and waited. Only that.
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But it’s come undone. I am unseamed.
I have a needle and thread
In my sock drawer
And I will give you my scissors
If this is so.
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What will you do if I venture there?
I will watch and wait. And I will pray
I will wish and wonder. And I will say
Fly, fly, your roots are strong
Fly my dearest, sing your song.
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xoxo
kj