She never once thought to weigh or refuse.
O, she so glowed when we traded I do's!
Ours was ~ a sweet summer night ~
~ blanketed in soft, silky moonlight ~
Still, ever since then, it's that August she rues!
d’Verse poetics prompt: Sometimes August isn’t recognized
At d’Verse, poets were encouraged to write poems about the month of August. Click here for more information.
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When it comes to partnership, some humans can make their lives alone – it’s possible. But creatively, it’s more like painting: you can’t just use the same colours in every painting. It’s just not an option. You can’t take the same photograph every time and live with art forms with no differences.–Ben Harper (b. 1969)
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44 thoughts on “August, or: Undignified”
Happy anniversary! 💖🥂
😜 Punam 😜
So clever, David. 😀
💝 Susan 💝 ~ thanks!
This is wry and witty, as well as warm and human. Not easy to paint such a thorough picture of what an anniversary means–loved it.
✨️🙏🏻✨️ Joy ✨️🙏🏻✨️
🤣 Limp 🤣
That’s a brave form to use for such a sad story!
well, it’s meant to be funny, Sarah – in the real world, my wife actually loves me 😀
Is your wife OK? Last I heard she was away from home, and I think you were worried about her being close to conflict? That’s a long time ago, mind.
yeah… that was when the war had JUST broken out… she’s okay now – at least physically, but she’s very depressed about the war and the well-being of her friends and colleagues in Ukraine
thanks for asking ❤
I can imagine. It’s horrific. Thinking of you both.
🤗 Sarah 🤗
I know, I know! 😉
Rue August, it’s holding a special meaning for her. I like this poem. It seems to tell about a romance time is forgotten.
💜🙏🏻 Michaël 🙏🏻💜