This poem was inspired by the disadvantages of distances separating us from…
Our most prized
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The need, the warmth
Living so far apart
Precious time wasted
Each preoccupied
With their lives
Working day in
Day out, slipping
Into the bed of
A satisfying day
Yet nostalgia
Seeping…
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Stealing eventually
Into a few suitcases
Memories and laughter
Till it bursts so we
Will not go missing…
Wait, count the months,
Days… To cozen distance (1)
Bargain again
And pack a rod
Of love from
Our most prized…
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(1)
coz•en
v. coz•ened, coz•en•ing, coz•ens
v.tr.
1. To mislead by means of a petty trick or fraud; deceive.
2. To persuade or induce to do something by cajoling or wheedling.
3. To obtain by deceit or persuasion.
v.intr.
To act deceitfully.
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[Perhaps from Middle English cosin, fraud, trickery.]
‘…slipping
Into the bed of
A satisfying day
Yet nostalgia
Seeping…’
This is a really beautiful phrase, and puts its finger so expertly on ‘missing’. Clever work!
This is why blogging is so important to me, it is such a pleasure to be appreciated for what I love most… words!
Thanks for bringing that into my day 🙂
I know that feeling exactly – and I am honored to have given it to you 😉
That’s very kind!