Truly Epic – Day 7 – GloNaPoWriMo 2019

 

    Prompt Day seven:  write a poem of gifts and joy:

Picture per Pexels

 

Truly   Epic        

 

It would be a gift for me

if my house could look

as good; or rather if I could

look as good as the house –

every room therein having had

a make-over. Which equates

(for me) a full massage, as

a start. Let’s stretch the budget;

I’ll have one of those every week,

twice a week – three times or

more: the full seven days. I’d like

to hire my own masseur.

 

Tiles: dear house – I freshened up

the areas around the stove and bench

and in the bathroom tiles that gleam.

When it comes to hardware for myself

I might recap my teeth and then take

a manicure and pedicure. But yes,

the bathroom came up retro; bunches

of the brightest blooms on all four walls.

Now house and self; the outright gift,

the biggest, most fragrant bouquet

of seasonal blooms.

 

For both house and self: Spring has come

again.

 

But wait, there’s more! Windows

and rooms to dress, and every

girl’s dream. For myself: a truly

epic wardrobe.

 

Benita H. Kape © 7.4.2019

Renovated bathroom

 

 

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Birthday Letter Eleven Years On – Day 6 – GloNaPoWriMo 2019

   (Prompt Day 6: Write a possibility poem)

Birthday  Letter  Eleven  Years  On  

 

If I could turn back the years

and have you here; your birthday

is tomorrow.

If I could talk with you again

and never talk of sorrow.

If you are still my first reader,

my editor; does that make this

any less a love poem?

If and what and where and when —

we had so much, the years rich,

if sometimes sad.

If I could turn back the years

And hold you in my arms again.

Not if, when, on your birthday tomorrow.

Benita H. Kape © 7.4.2019

 

Notes: Of course it is a complete impossibility. But memories are not.

40th wedding anniversary