Over the years of knowing the Textiliste and the 36 years married I’ve written a few poems to that love. Here are two sonnets, the first based on the Elizabeth Barrett Browning classic
How Do I Love You?
(Sonnets From The Portuguese XLIII, Elizabeth Barrett Browning)
How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love you when the mundane morning chorus
Of the prattling radio wakes us
And you mine the duvet like itβs the End of Days.
I love you when you leave me at the station
To walk home in the rain, dripping clothes and oaths.
I love you for understanding what no one else knows
In my silences and wordless impatience.
I love you for laughing at oft-told stories
Never querying my many variations.
I love you for ignoring my aberrations
And allowing me my unworthy glories.
And if grief comes to me, dripping slow
I will love you more than you will ever know.
The Hand That Guides
Your consoling hand sits light on my sleeve,
A confident tap to release me on four;
We set sail, in step, gliding with ease
Past blind spots and missteps strewn on the floor.
I fumble to catch that elusive toe-tap
Which, if I could, would allow me my head.
You remind me, by way of a quick finger snap,
Of the dangers where taking that path might lead.
I continually try to do it my way,
To give into weakness of flesh and of soul
But you hold my love tight; I cannot stray
And we remain linked; two parts of one whole.
May it always be thus as we gib and we tack;
Both looking forward, your hand at my back.
Filled with love and laughter. Just how a partnership should be π₯°
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Its been that, mostly at my expense
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These are lovely thoughts, so perfectly expressed!
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Thank you Becky. It’s been easy in its way given how lovely she is
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Like your father, you are able to voice your love and admiration through poetry. These are both wonderful. xo
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Thank you. That is such a lovely compliment
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Love and laughter indeed
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That’s how it’s been
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Excellent
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You are such an incurable romantic, Geoff.
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That’s my burden and my joy Robbie
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My hubby is a pin stripe [grin!]
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Ha!
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Awww! Squeezie feelings to go with morning coffee – thank you β€
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She’s easy to write for!
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Lovely Geoff! I love the jib and tack feel. Modern love!
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It’s good to acknowledge my muse from time to time
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I love these. A tribute to the glories of true love: the glory of true love/is it will last your whole life through/never will go out of fashion/always will look good on you.
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Thanks. I’ve been a lucky bunny, really
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Wow, really lovely, Geoff. Your wife must live that you write her poetry!π₯°
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She’s a great believer in keeping me modest by avoiding praise!
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You manage to be both romantic and witty, a rare combination. I love the way you capture the way we keep each other out of serious trouble in a marriage. It is certainly true in ours.
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It’s be a bungy rope of emotions at times but worth every bouncing minute
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Absolutely.
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‘…Both looking forward, your hand at my back…’ … perfect. π
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Thank you. She’s easy to write for..
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Seriously Geoff these are so beautiful. π Like your Dad , you grow and that’s perfect π.
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Shivers up and down. GORGEOUS to-the-point heartfelt love poetry. Well done! β€
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Thank you. I’ve been very touched by the reactions to this
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