After yesterday’s virtual lambast and trumpet call regarding some issues I am currently passionate about either supporting or resolving, I was very blessed to remember my quietly fulfilling spousal relationship:
MISMATCHED
We seemed mismatched
as we chose opposite sides
of the tree to lean upon,
One looking over the hill,
the other looking
into the recent valley.
We seemed mismatched
as one bent over to humble labor
with sticks
while the other sat designing with
daydreams.
We seemed mismatched
as one must finish the overlapping
edges of the day
with matching bindings
while the other closes eyes to that
old sweet song from
joined limbs in youth.
We seemed mismatched
as one stopped leaning and looking
and bending and binding
to touch the other in borrowed designs
singing dreams of the now.
Our touching colors us well-matched as two bookends
required to hold our life-chapters.
Tomorrow, I plan to post about how we in this writers’ community jostle around day by day to match just well enough to help pull each other down the road to our goals!
granbee 
Nov 17, 2011 @ 06:53:27
Such lovely poetry.
Nov 17, 2011 @ 14:28:19
Merci, beaucoups! So glad you enjoyed this!
Nov 17, 2011 @ 10:28:44
Nice portrayal of opposites, still touching – and in that touching they become well-matched in their love after all. (I can relate to this!)
Nov 17, 2011 @ 14:31:09
So glad you relate, Betty. Except I think I want to work on this post some more, expand it to show how the seeming opposites actually turned 90 degrees, formed a powerful forcefield vector to accomplish their shared goals.
Nov 17, 2011 @ 13:00:13
I enjoyed the repeating theme. It creates a flow and leads the reader through the difference making them one.
Very elegant poetry.
Nov 17, 2011 @ 14:33:26
Miss Demure, of all people, YOU should know, girl! So lovely of you to label this elegant. As stated to Betty, I am planning my next post to expand on this “story” . Stay tuned.