Thursday, 22 May 2014

Interruptions & Love

06:15:00 Posted by Lara Clayton , , , , , , 6 comments
Dear Boy Poet,

Last night, after you'd returned from work, you dropped your backpack
in the middle of my writing space. You pulled off your shoes,
and began to retell your day with a loudness I'm still not used to.
The ideas and half-formed lines (from an afternoon of silence)
fell like glass marbles.

Later, on the computer, you typed a new poem. I listen
to the speed of the tapping and know you've found that zone
which so often seems to evade me.
And, for a moment, I am jealous and resenting...   

This morning, I eased myself away from your warmth, quietly
made black coffee and settled back into thinking.
At seven your alarm began to cycle through those sounds
(specifically chosen to force you from our bed).
By half past, you've pressed the snooze button six times
and I'm forced to leave my thoughts behind
to wake you.

Our differences sometimes cause us to clash,
but our similarities always bring resolution.
For every time you have made a picnic, coaxed me
into the car and taken me to a place that allows my mind
to breath - I thank you.




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6 comments:

Colin Davies said...

Your heart is so full.

Adele said...

Luscious.

vicky ellis said...

You guys :-D

Christo said...

Hmm - love has a way of deflecting irritation: thanks for capturing the pitfalls and power of loving each other, Lara.

Lara Clayton said...

And to think this can all be blamed on DGPS...

Lisa said...

You've articulated one of my own peeves perfectly there. I feel my head rattle with the force of his voice sometimes while I'm trying to close myself off into it. I suppose this is just what happens when introverts and extroverts collide. It is sweet when they join us.