Saturday, March 01, 2008

Aneurysm: A Saturday Poem


This is how I want it to be. While reading Hardy
I turn to her and tell her how good she would
Look in that blue dress she did not buy today.
And I see that smirk, the one that knows
I will get it for her tomorrow anyway. But just as
She adjusts the pillow behind her head, reaching
For her fourth volume of Proust, the same thing
Happens to her. And we lean into each other,
The calico cat not even stirring at our feet
As our books fall forward.
And that candle she lit, flickers.

© Ciprianowords Inc. 2008


joemmama said...

OMG I love this!!!!!

cipriano said...

Thank you, joemmama.

May said...

Very nice indeed!

Maggie said...


Anonymous said...

Wow, this is terrific!

cipriano said...

Thank you, dear readers.

patricia said...

I concur. This could just be your best one yet.


cipriano said...

I am amazed, but pleasantly so, that so many readers are enjoying this little ditty of mine.
Thank you for reading me.