It’s a Couples World

Day Four

It’s a Couples World

and he’s walking away from me
toward the opening door.
I’m not about to let him get away.
Someone from years ago; his tall head
of tight black curls. His companion
just as tall; totally opposite with
straight, like a stick straight, blonde hair.
The one who never speaks and in
whom I have no interest. There was
a birthday party under negotiation.
But the invitation was to us: as a couple.

I’m widowed I said. And the negotiations,
which had gone on for an hour (or a minute-
it’s a dream after all); cease as they walk
to that door. Me, making one more attempt
to waylay them. Partly in the dream,
partly; here as I wake; age catches up.

“Trip to the verge of reality.”
Look what you did.
I got the dream down.

Benita H. Kape (c) 4.4.2021


And last but not least, our daily optional prompt. Poetry often takes us to strange places – to feelings and actions that are hard to express except through the medium of a poem. To the “liminal,” in other words – a place or sensation that exists at or on both sides of a boundary or threshold, neither one thing or the other, but something betwixt and between.

So I took an opening door by “Liminal Spaces,” having been in surgery recently I nearly wrote about that. But it seemed to real. Although I have been to the surreal in a surgical operation in the past two years.


Easter Egg Hunt

for: Petra and Angus

Which one, or both in tears.

Their Nonnie was moving

From her beloved house.

The only house they had

known for her

With its pool and palm trees.

Its fire-pit and fairy garden.

But it was time to move.

And how quickly the time.

Already Easter; huge grounds

in a grace and favour cottage

in the hills among magnificent trees.

Oh, what a place for an Easter Egg Hunt.

Benita H. Kape © 4.4.2021

Today’s prompt a complicated exercise of creating a Personal Universe Deck, then selecting four words from which to write a poem. I’ll create my Deck later. And for now, because I’ve been communicating with my Granddaughter via FaceBook, a poem for the Great-grandchildren.

This feels a little like cheating being a day ahead. Easter Eggs are for Easter Sunday morning. Well it is for me. I usually write my NaPoWriMo’s very shortly after the prompt comes out for the day. My place on the Meridians sets me a little forward of NaPoWriMo time. Anyway it’s Day 3 and I hope you will enjoy as I enjoy my Aussie loved ones who God knows when we’ll see them. It was to have been about this time last year but Covid put a stop to that.