Written for: Poetic Asides 2023 April PAD Challenge - Day 24
"Write a touch poem."
You touched my heart with your piercing blue eyes.
Though an introvert keeping dark times buried,
you slowly opened up to me, and I
was glad. An open book, myself, I worried
that we would not be able to meld.
To discover your sarcasm matched my own
was an absolute delight. We gelled.
Restaurants we favored, Montauk was like home.
Those silly stocking stuffers–I once got coal;
you got your wish with a toy pony.
We began older years together, our goal.
Now you live in nursing home. I am alone.
How strange, wise man who clasped my hand snugly
developed fear of touch–even by me.
I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York.
My goal is to create and share poetry with others
who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve
in you, and feel your sparks as well.
Piercing blue eyes ~~ irresistible. I know too.
So sorry if you have gone through this.