kitchen table poems

[abby]

1.

At the end of the day
a neighbor's small herd of cows
eating & talking
across the fence.
I take a chair at the kitchen table
and thank my lucky stars.

2.

While I sat at the kitchen table
I was broken by a song
like a landscape's change in fast forward,
broken into remembering the pain I'd misplaced,
when late last night it seemed
our history was whitewashed in my wishing bowl,
and all I wanted
was our quick old conversation,
to have an affair with you
that would end,
absolutely,
in the ruin of our marriages.

[Cate]

Calm, quiet yet intense in feeling.

I really like these Abby
and can't help but read them
as connecting to each other.

x
cate

[abby]

I think you're right, Cate. My friend says that relationships are like breathing; you have to breathe in & you have to breathe out too. He says the inbreath is akin to feeling so connected to your beloved & breathing out is like when you look at the person sleeping next to you and think, 'Who the hell are you and what the fuck am I doing here?'

xxoo

[Cate]

breathing out is like when you look at the person sleeping next to you and think, 'Who the hell are you and what the fuck am I doing here?'

haha

it's so true, your friend is a smart cookie.

xx

[abby]

Well he's been with his sweetheart 23 years so I like to listen when he says stuff about love. Just today he & his partner told me about a practice of theirs called a dyad wherein they each, because they're feeling disconnected from one another, speak uninterrupted for x number of mintues while the other listens. No questions just a big dose of clueing in & being clued in.

As someone 3 years into my first romantic commitment, I need all the help I can get.

[lizzytysh]

3 years in??? That's great in itself, Abby

[mat james]

Hi Abby,
just reading this line leads me away to new horizons-abby.

As someone 3 years into my first romantic commitment,

....."first"...

Does that imply a longing for a second...and maybe a third...and so on...?

or am I just misreading words and lines and poems again?

I hope you find adventure and happiness on that chair of yours

I enjoyed meandering/sauntering along the moods of your poems.

Mat.

[lizzytysh]

Naaaah... I just have to say "First ever!"

[abby]

Hiya Mat, Lizzy.

I meant look at me 30 years old... it took me a long time to get
into my first serious relationship. I'm not thinking about a second (or third), but a friend of mine just experienced her 26-year relationship's dissolve. Jesus, that happens.

But since I wrote about an affair your interpretation makes sense.

There won't be anymore kitchen table poems- we moved from the cow pasture & we don't even have a kitchen table.

[mat james]

[Sandra27]

So true!I am glad to find your distinguished way of writing the post.I had enjoyed reading the poem and it reflected in me.

[muncher]

I feel like we can all relate to your words. There will always be moments of disconnect, but if you catch yourself in the moment and remember to come back to what is right now in this moment and get out of your head and into your heart...you'll feel the spark come back. It's those damn thoughts that can get you into trouble. I like the quote by Marie Forleo "we have a mind but we are not our mind"...helps me get through the crazy mental storm days!

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[lizzytysh]

I appreciate what both you, Sandra27, and muncher said in response to Abby's poems.
GREAT suggestions, muncher !!!!! Welcome to the Forum, too . You may want to go to the thread where people introduce themselves and let us know how you came by knowing Leonard and coming to this wonderful site.

[hophead]

Who needs kitchen table poems anyway??? Maybe coffee table poems could be far more entertaining.

[Manna]

Hi Abby,

I've been happily married for 12 1/2 years. When one of us is feeling blue, no matter what is at the root of said blueness, we tell the other something like, "I'm in a cranky mood." This does a number of things - it keeps us from blaming each other for various meaningless infractions, it makes the other our go-to person for solace/comfort. Since we care about each other, when one of hears the other is cranky, the response is often, "Oh, poor baby, come here, let me hold you," as opposed to, "What the hell?! It's not my fault!"

The two of us have very similar tastes, which is also very nice. "Do you like these place mats / this table / this sweater?"
"Yep, yep & yep."