Rita A. Simmonds Poet Rhyme

Talking To My Husband

In dulcet tones
known just to me—
(nonverbal,
some would say),
though delicate
is not your speed,
I hear what you can’t say.
Consolation
is to breathe.
Allure means just to beg.
Mirage is only
what I see.
Who’d pivot
from your face?
Today’s an anniversary?
You’re with me
every day.
I’d favor flesh
instead of this
but death got in the way.

January 31, 2019
Eight Word Anniversary Poetry Contest

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Gordon Mcconnell August 30, 2019 at 4:24 PM Such a lovely penned piece Rita, it really touches the heart to speak so elegantly in what must be very sad to write about. May you know peace this day. Blessings,Gordon

Anna Hopper August 28, 2019 at 10:42 AM Absolutely incredible!

Stephen Pennell August 27, 2019 at 9:29 AM thats lovely sentiments

Sheri Fresonke Harper February 26, 2019 at 3:46 AM Beautiful poem, distant in sorrow, I enjoyed reading it, good use of the required words.

Line Gauthier February 25, 2019 at 10:31 PM Congrats on your win, Rita.

Michelle Faulkner February 24, 2019 at 1:50 AM Rita, this simply took my breath away, I would have placed it much higher, but one of the rules was to use the word 'anniversary' in the title - but I love it so much I had to include it, congratulations!