A poem is brewing over the weekend, peaking with a cup of creativity for Poetic Parfait. It is a day for writing and talking with friends!
I better replace the filter on the coffee pot, and, as I do so, hopefully you will enjoy the soothing liquid words here. If you want a bigger cup, I’ll be sure to pick you one up soon 🙂
You Sit Between
Spaces move between lines and
You sit between them,
Smiling at me and
Wondering what I will write next.
You tell me you fit between the jumping verbs,
Stirring spoons, and restless nights.
Your fit gets better with every day and
I trust you will move between the spaces and
Into my heart,
I wait with syllables and cling to the paper,
Comfortable in the knowledge you will swim with
my vowels and consonants soon.
©2014 Christy Birmingham
~This is christyb, saying that love can brew when we least expect it. I know mine too will come with time. Hugs xx