The weatherman tells us yet again,
about a stubborn high-pressure ridge
keeping the reluctant showers away.
She always worries about the rain.
Will it be too cold to stand in?
And, of course, will it ever come again?
She wonders aloud to me,
with apprehensive humor,
“Why can’t we find a way
to move the pressure ridge
out into space so the rain can be free
to do as it should?”
Her challenge is how I know
we will be okay together,
because I’ve found someone
whose heart I can’t get out of my head.
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Dear Michael
"because I’ve found someone
whose heart I can’t get out of my head."
Those lines are absolutely beautiful and all the lines before just set it up perfectly. I never post lines from the poem first but in this case, I made an exception. They're wonderful.
I really loved this one.
Kind Regards Jayne
Yes...
I understand. I understand how to love someone like that. I have one too! She's not dumb, just uninformed in some areas. I'm sure that if she was interested enough, she would read all about it and outmatch me in my own understanding. It's just that
she has other things on her mind. Like what sumptuous meal she is going to fix for my dinner. Love that you love her. I love her too! ~ Geezer.
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Hello, Michael,
I love these tender snapshots you share - you capture these moments so well. Perfect, fun title.
Thank you!
L