Annabelle Jane Poet Dramatic Monologue

Tulips Grace the Table

I suppose it's a day like any other.

I don't know how it starts,
I never see a beginning or end,
Morning or sunset,

But I know I would have woken
With you beside me,
And gone to sleep 
With you around me.

The only part I ever see
Is this:

There's a vase of tulips, Spring Green,
Gracing the table, and the sunlight
Seeps through the water, glowing.

It's a kitchen.

I realise that there are certain words that fit here, like

     'ours' and 
          
          'home' and 

               'us'

And from the opaline windows
To the polished floor, oak,
I see signs of you and signs of me.

It's our home.

It's us.

It's you, me,
Owning things,
Belongings,
Together.

It's a simple pleasure, this dream.

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Keith Bickerstaffe July 10, 2012 at 1:57 PM so deserving of a second look! Keith

Keith Bickerstaffe July 10, 2012 at 1:56 PM Lovely imagery, word use and presentation... a poem unlike any other I have read, and sweet... so sweet. :))

Keith Bickerstaffe May 1, 2012 at 10:02 PM A comforting piece. Couples who attain this special kind of communication have something very special indeed. Well done, Annie. Best wishes, Keith

John Rhinem April 29, 2012 at 3:41 PM Smile ˜ Spoken in depthful words which emphasize its beautiful love ˜ I dream of celestial skies and neverendings paradise * Stepping across stars while grasping the moon within my palms ˜ My dear sweeet beautiful Annie ˜ A simple pleasure; Yessss ˜ My love, Forever, John!:) ˜