Here’s a go at my first ‘real’ poem.
A rowboat her bed, the sun’s rays warming
Gentle breezes cool, bringing distant sounds.
Sounds that comfort and calm
Whistling train meanders, church bells toll.
Birds sing out claim and invitation.
Asking for no reply
Listening is enough for her
Unhurried in its call,
The river barge lumbers along
leaving only mystery in its wake
Sailboats slink nonchalantly
under the watchful eye of a drifting cloud
The seaplane skims the glassy surface hoping for its point of connection
Patience is enough for her
Velvety Cabernet swirls about lovingly
soothing her tongue, awakening memories.
The campfire crackles and spits,
smoky wood burning,
wafting up to the starlit sky
Lost in thoughts
yet connected with the beauty that surrounds.
Lying in bed, children in arms, a new day calling
Remembering is enough for her
Resistance is no more
as the dress drops slowly to the floor
before stepping into her lover’s embrace.
Sinking into the cool feel of the worn leather chair,
embers glow with the promise of warmth
And the river waters wash along
gently caressing each encounter
Loving is enough for her
Rocking slowly on the porch
the creaking wood cries out for relief
Barely a sound the screen door opens
silently as stars appearing in the night sky.
The promise enters
All is right in the midst of all the wrongs
Being is enough for her