Evening everyone. Sorry I’m late posting. Easter weekend means I had no time today to work on my post until now.
A to Z Challenge is D and NaPoWriMo’s challenge was to write a “love”-less love poem. We weren’t supposed to use the traditional ways of writing about love or use the word love at all. We could also write a break-up poem but again, avoid words we’d normally use to describe it. Now, because I’m late I could have copped out on this one and posted a poem I wrote a year ago that is both a “love”-less poem and began with the letter D. But I didn’t. Instead, I hope you enjoy what I did do. The title(with my D word) refers to how love is messy and hard and not easy, but is still a treasure in disguise. I hope you enjoy my offering.
Diamonds in the Rough
By Jessica Scott
It’s not what you do for me, though sometimes it is.
Mostly it’s because you’re you-
the way you smile when I say something
risqué without realizing what I’ve said,
or the way you listen when I think you’ve not
heard anything I’ve told you.
It’s the little things you do for me without realizing
how important they are to me-
like when you buy me pretzels because I like them but you don’t,
and how you bring me flowers in pots instead of bouquets
because they last longer and I can plant them and keep them for a while.
It’s the way we talk at night in bed about things
we don’t say during the day-
how neither of us can stand the next door neighbor’s dog barking at 2 a.m.,
or the dream one of us had that woke us both up and kept us in one another’s arms
until we both fell back to a soundless sleep.
Sometimes, it’s even the arguments
about the stupid little things that annoy us-
like the fact that you still won’t pick up your clothes from the bathroom
floor after your shower and I have to do it,
and how I forget to take the clothes out of the dryer as soon as it’s completed its cycle.
Then there is the way you make me
a better person by pushing me out of my comfort zones-
like that time it started raining and you pulled me in your arms
to dance in the rain while everyone else was running for shelter
and all I could think of was how people were staring at us,
or when you signed us both up for a charity run and forced me to train with you
while I complained often and loudly about the pain afterwards.
But the thing about it all is…
those three little words we say all the time
seems so small to hold so much feeling within them.
And yet, they encompass everything I feel
and all of these things that I can’t say.