Wednesday Poetry Prompts: 014

My activity on the blog may (or may not) be limited between today’s and next week’s prompt, because I’m getting married to poet Tammy F. Trendle this weekend. So today’s prompt is obviously steered by that event.

For this week, I want you to write a poem about marriage. It can be about your marriage, someone else’s marriage, or about the institution of marriage in general. It can be pro-marriage; it can be anti-marriage; it can be wishy washy on the topic of marriage.

Personal aside: Before marrying my first wife, I wrote a short story about a man standing at the altar and waiting for his beloved–all the while wondering if this were the right thing to do AND wondering if he should bolt for Mexico. The short story placed in a graduating senior competition and won me some money at the University of Cincinnati; but it was also a reflection of my own hopeful uncertainty. This time, however, there is no uncertainty–no doubts–nothing but excitement for the future.

So with that said, here’s my attempt for the day:

“Between here and Georgia”

-For Tammy

We both found The Monster at the End of This Book
entertaining; we both danced with our respective

parents at our first weddings to “In My Life,” by
the Beatles; there are places I remember us

first messaging, talking, and meeting; Atlanta
on a billboard whispered, “Dayton, Ohio,” and

you followed your instincts, declared your intentions
upon arrival, and I’ve been chanting, “I do,”

unafraid of the monsters lurking near the end
of our book–still believing in happy endings.

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86 thoughts on “Wednesday Poetry Prompts: 014

  1. Tyger Valverde

    Irrelevant

    Piles of scrapbooks
    tossed into boxes in the attic
    with a marriage license
    lovingly enclosed in a silver case
    two kissing bears
    and a bride and groom
    dancing right off the wedding cake
    into misery
    Now my marriage lays packed away
    suddenly made irrelevant
    by your betrayal
    And I dust my shelves
    with my ringless left hand

  2. Joe

    A Rambling Affair

    I went to the chapel
    To greet my bride
    She left me standing
    At the altar

    I walked down the road
    And hitched a ride
    with a pleasant fellow
    named Walter

    We laughed and joked,
    even shared a toke
    when I mumbled
    my sad story

    He felt my pain
    Through the pouring rain
    Said he was dumped
    by his ex-love Rory

    We smoked some more
    We cursed and swore
    At the hell
    we’d both been through

    We made this vow
    And I’ll repeat it now…
    Never speak the words
    I do

  3. dizzy

    WEDLOCK.

    Marriage came for my grandmother
    the penghulu’s daughter
    at 13.
    She is the only survivor now
    everyday, she calls out to ghosts.

    Marriage bumped into my mother
    in America.
    She took it back home
    It screamed until she ran
    She brought me with her
    A little souvenir.

    She was 20, and now I am 21.
    Our family friend is further and further away.

    I worry at times it is breathing down my back
    but then I remember that marriage
    is a person I don’t speak to
    who wants to crash my party

    and is forever parked by the mall
    waiting for some guy to call with
    instructions
    on how to get here.


    *penghulu = village leader

  4. Rodney C. Walmer

    Fools of The Heart

    Funny, what we believe
    so easy to deceive
    one would not
    step on a crack
    and break their mother’s back
    nor would one feel bad luck is over
    just by finding a four leaf clover
    Just as unlikely to be stuck
    with 7 years bad luck
    due to an accidental break
    of a mirror
    so many belief’s fictitious
    and yet, by nature
    we are not so superstitious
    however, after a first date
    how many would say
    they’ve found their soul mate
    sounds just as wacky
    though, most would back me
    in that
    these fast affairs soon turn to hate
    who would buy a car without
    a good test drive
    if not, you might not get out alive
    and yet, with little doubt
    when it comes to the heart
    we are so easy to manipulate
    certainly a lesson to be learned
    but, when it comes to the heart
    most would rather be burned. . .

    ©Rodney C. Walmer 8/12/08 Marriage prompt inspired this. That and watching two young
    people clinging to one another like the world would end if they came up for air, while waiting at
    a red light.

  5. Rodney C. Walmer

    A Good Marriage

    A good marriage is
    not necessarily two halves of the same whole
    but, a unity that two souls
    don’t have to try to achieve

    A good marriage
    does not need
    anyone to believe
    nor such things as soul mates
    as such belief’s only deceive

    A good marriage
    does not feed
    from what should be
    nor the fear of what others might see
    but, a clear love
    and the freedom to be
    whatever, each may choose to be

    In a good marriage
    each party
    has the right to disagree
    which means
    that neither has to see
    things the way the other may see

    In a good marriage each
    party share’s equality
    not just shared chores
    but the right to have
    equal input on each decision
    that does not mean
    there is any form of division
    for when you divide
    something changes inside
    so, he does that
    she does this
    no, each share the same hat

    A good marriage
    is just a theory
    never the reality
    of course
    if thought through clearly
    and these thoughts adhered to
    a good marriage
    is just what
    yours might be. . .

    ©Rodney C. Walmer 8/12/08 inspired by the marriage prompt. This one’s for Robert and his
    new wife Tammy.

  6. Iain D. Kemp

    Yes, Thanx Karen. As I said before it was over a long time ago so doesn’t really bother me now except of course to colour how I view & live my life. However I do like that I can write dispassionately about emotions I once felt that were very intense at the time. OMG so pretentious Iain!!

    Time for bed methinks!

    Iain

  7. patti williams

    Karen – thank you – I’ve had a rough ride – but lately I’m seeing the beauty of continuing on with the travel – I’ve got this thing about not giving up – and it’s finally starting to work for me …

  8. Karen

    Marriage is…

    a rope you hold onto together and
    don’t let go
    no matter how other forces pull you both
    pull you each
    try to pry you apart
    from the grip you have on
    what ties you to one another
    and to the Rock That Will Not Move

    a smile when you feel like growling
    a truthful answer when it’d be easier to lie
    a knot the two of you keep from unraveling

    ironing shirts and toting trash when
    playing on the laptop is more appealing
    keeping a job that’s driving you crazy
    will prevent the wife from worrying about the kids’ tuition
    giving when you feel given out
    sharing when you’d rather keep it to yourself

    joy passion
    shared sorrow and grief
    pride in your children
    basking in the sun of a look back at moments together
    counting memories like a shining strand of pearls
    sifting through like a colorful
    bowl of treasured sea glass
    transparent multifaceted
    jagged edges smoothed by the years.

  9. Rodney C. Walmer

    one more for the marriage prompt, the darker side of it from my experience.

    Worst Night of His Life

    They started out with a plan
    he was nothing
    she was just to young to understand
    He earned less then minimum wage
    she had been fascinated by screen and stage

    She was disabled
    had to drop out of school
    he enabled
    what she couldn’t do
    what he did not yet know
    is down the road
    she’d play him for the fool

    Thinking with his smaller head
    he decided that they should be wed
    He soon found a job with better pay
    reestablished her benefits
    they celebrated that day
    he even got her a second chance
    back in school
    on the weekends she’d teach dance

    Soon, she was missing day after day
    he got her a student loan
    that the banks wanted her to pay
    all too often she just stayed at home
    at first he feared her seizure’s
    feeling that home surroundings
    would just be easier

    after a year or so
    she began to sink
    he’d never seen anyone go so low
    being an intelligent guy
    who loved her with all of his heart
    he asked himself why
    this could not be a brand new start

    He helped her find work
    editing on a book writers computer
    she promised not to miss
    soon he was feeling the jerk
    after all, by then he knew her
    The truth is just this
    she used the epilepsy
    as a way to get out of
    what we all go through daily

    Understanding it was just an excuse
    one that she all to often used
    it was in their 6th year
    he made her go for a study
    alleviated all her fears
    he stayed by her side
    all that night
    he remained there
    brushed away her tears
    when they came
    he made her a promise
    no matter what,
    he would always feel the same
    and no matter where she had a seizure
    he would never ever feel shame

    Soon, he had helped her find
    a brand new job
    in Manhattan
    Life was once again unkind
    traveling was hard
    she would have seizures along the way
    he would be pulled out of his new career
    day after day
    He had just gotten this job
    he had spent 6 years in college
    it payed well
    but, when she called
    he had only one thing to say
    “Honey, I’m on my way”

    Through the 15 years
    they were together
    he took care of her
    wiped her tears
    more times then he could remember
    they one day
    without warning
    before he had anything to say
    she walked out carrying two suitcases
    thinking she was cleaning
    something she never did
    he never realized the meaning
    of all that she had hid
    he offered a helping hand
    she replied
    “no thank’s I need a real man”
    and she was gone

    He thought visiting a friend
    never realizing that this was the end
    by about midnight
    he started to worry
    something was just not right
    he had done nothing to be sorry
    so he called everyone they knew
    none had seen her
    on one had what did he do
    on the other
    his fears were a blur
    finally a close friend told him the truth
    This is sort of how the conversation went
    “She left you”
    “there’s no one new”
    “she has an apartment”
    “she’s fine”
    he wondered about her intent
    how much time
    before she would return
    his friend then said
    “brother you’ve been burned”
    “your life together is over”
    He just sat mortified
    then he cried
    for how long
    he would never know
    but, daylight came through the window
    the cats sang their familiar song
    “feed me” “feed me”

    Shortly after
    he realized she had taken half the account
    built a new life for herself
    left him half the amount
    he filed for divorce

    moved on
    as a matter of course
    never forgetting their love
    always wondering
    what she was thinking of
    when she moved on
    but she was gone

    He would later find
    she had been of the cheating kind
    he wondered when it had begun
    but, it was time for her
    to no longer use this someone
    it took years
    to get past it all
    therapy and many tears
    she’s still in his heart
    though, he believes there’s
    nothing there
    he knows he still cares
    even though,
    it’s been almost 20 years
    sometimes, when we love
    that love consumes all
    when we really truly fall. . .

    ©Rodney C. Walmer 8/10/08 inspired by the marriage prompt. This story is based on my first
    marriage. It’s all true unfortunately. I can’t believe I am so willing to share it, all of these years I
    have been really reluctant to go into details. If anyone is wondering, I truly did love her, guess
    in a way I still do, even though, we married at 18, and she left me like that, she still holds a place
    in my heart. Oh, I would never give up what I have for her, I love my wife way too much for that,
    but I still enjoy the memories of the good times. Enjoy the read, sorry for the long post.

  10. Rodney C. Walmer

    one more for the marriage prompt, the darker side of it from my experience.

    Worst Night of His Life

    They started out with a plan
    he was nothing
    she was just to young to understand
    He earned less then minimum wage
    she had been fascinated by screen and stage

    She was disabled
    had to drop out of school
    he enabled
    what she couldn’t do
    what he did not yet know
    is down the road
    she’d play him for the fool

    Thinking with his smaller head
    he decided that they should be wed
    He soon found a job with better pay
    reestablished her benefits
    they celebrated that day
    he even got her a second chance
    back in school
    on the weekends she’d teach dance

    Soon, she was missing day after day
    he got her a student loan
    that the banks wanted her to pay
    all too often she just stayed at home
    at first he feared her seizure’s
    feeling that home surroundings
    would just be easier

    after a year or so
    she began to sink
    he’d never seen anyone go so low
    being an intelligent guy
    who loved her with all of his heart
    he asked himself why
    this could not be a brand new start

    He helped her find work
    editing on a book writers computer
    she promised not to miss
    soon he was feeling the jerk
    after all, by then he knew her
    The truth is just this
    she used the epilepsy
    as a way to get out of
    what we all go through daily

    Understanding it was just an excuse
    one that she all to often used
    it was in their 6th year
    he made her go for a study
    alleviated all her fears
    he stayed by her side
    all that night
    he remained there
    brushed away her tears
    when they came
    he made her a promise
    no matter what,
    he would always feel the same
    and no matter where she had a seizure
    he would never ever feel shame

    Soon, he had helped her find
    a brand new job
    in Manhattan
    Life was once again unkind
    traveling was hard
    she would have seizures along the way
    he would be pulled out of his new career
    day after day
    He had just gotten this job
    he had spent 6 years in college
    it payed well
    but, when she called
    he had only one thing to say
    “Honey, I’m on my way”

    Through the 15 years
    they were together
    he took care of her
    wiped her tears
    more times then he could remember
    they one day
    without warning
    before he had anything to say
    she walked out carrying two suitcases
    thinking she was cleaning
    something she never did
    he never realized the meaning
    of all that she had hid
    he offered a helping hand
    she replied
    “no thank’s I need a real man”
    and she was gone

    He thought visiting a friend
    never realizing that this was the end
    by about midnight
    he started to worry
    something was just not right
    he had done nothing to be sorry
    so he called everyone they knew
    none had seen her
    on one had what did he do
    on the other
    his fears were a blur
    finally a close friend told him the truth
    This is sort of how the conversation went
    “She left you”
    “there’s no one new”
    “she has an apartment”
    “she’s fine”
    he wondered about her intent
    how much time
    before she would return
    his friend then said
    “brother you’ve been burned”
    “your life together is over”
    He just sat mortified
    then he cried
    for how long
    he would never know
    but, daylight came through the window
    the cats sang their familiar song
    “feed me” “feed me”

    Shortly after
    he realized she had taken half the account
    built a new life for herself
    left him half the amount
    he filed for divorce

    moved on
    as a matter of course
    never forgetting their love
    always wondering
    what she was thinking of
    when she moved on
    but she was gone

    He would later find
    she had been of the cheating kind
    he wondered when it had begun
    but, it was time for her
    to no longer use this someone
    it took years
    to get past it all
    therapy and many tears
    she’s still in his heart
    though, he believes there’s
    nothing there
    he knows he still cares
    even though,
    it’s been almost 20 years
    sometimes, when we love
    that love consumes all
    when we really truly fall. . .

    ©Rodney C. Walmer 8/10/08 inspired by the marriage prompt. This story is based on my first
    marriage. It’s all true unfortunately. I can’t believe I am so willing to share it, all of these years I
    have been really reluctant to go into details. If anyone is wondering, I truly did love her, guess
    in a way I still do, even though, we married at 18, and she left me like that, she still holds a place
    in my heart. Oh, I would never give up what I have for her, I love my wife way too much for that,
    but I still enjoy the memories of the good times. Enjoy the read, sorry for the long post.

  11. Rosemary Nissen-Wade

    (Third-time-lucky myself.)

    Lots to like here. To mention my favourites – Salvatore, your anniversary piece is very clever and works beautifully both ways; Erin, I particularly love your long piece which remained enthralling all the way through; and Donna, that is just the most beautiful, gorgeous poem and I wish I’d written it!

  12. Rosemary Nissen-Wade

    I confess, I didn’t write this in response to the prompt but in response to the events it describes – then I realised the two protagonists were definitely a couple!

    Tanka

    Two kookaburras
    on my TV arial
    laughing their heads off.
    A black bat, wide-winged, swoops low.
    They fly to the nearest tree.

    11/8/08

  13. Iain D. Kemp

    Thanx Patti – I have to get back to some madness, my poetry has been way too serious of late…

    BTW – any one who is interested and on facebook I posted this years vacation fotos the other day… about 5 or 6 albums avaiable for all to see… Man! those rapids still freak me out!

    Cheers… Iain

  14. patti williams

    Iain – I would never, ever marry again … it will be 14 years next month but feels much longer than that … talk about a long row to hoe. Hopefully I’m learning some kind of life lesson in the process … but what I really meant to say is… loved the second poem even more than the first …

  15. Linda H.

    Iain, Second Time Around is a great poem, though I am sorry to hear that the bi— robbed you blind! I’ve been happily married for 15 years, together 20, and can’t imagine it ever ending. To me, it is like maintenance on your car. If you want it to keep running smoothly, it needs maintenance.

    My parents were married 20 years (well, almost, Dad left 3 days before their 20th) and most people thought they had a perfect marriage. My mother has the same attitude as you now…..never again, happy living alone, doing what she wants, when she wants, how she wants. I can’t imagine ever doing that but if you are happy, then that is all that matters.

    Amy, That Piece of Paper was very nice.

    Nancy, nice poem. THe last stanza is the best

  16. Iain D. Kemp

    Well… turns out all I got is my old pal Ringos thoughts on his weird situation…

    Dear Moosehead,

    Turns out being married to
    your sister ain’t so bad now
    your Mom’s moved out. Still
    got your cousin comin’ round
    like twice a week. Says she’s
    here to clean but just steals
    stuff and tells me ‘bout she’s
    sleeping with the Nicks and I
    say ain’t no surprise they can’t
    win a game but she say they was
    bad before she met them. Anyway
    being lighter of heart am switch
    -ing back to the Yankees (those
    Mets suck anyway).
    Pick ya up at seven. Bring money.

    Yours mellowingly

    Ringo the Howler
    (still howlin’ – one octave lower)

  17. Iain D. Kemp

    Rod – Thanx for the kind words. I have to say there’s not a lot of pain involved as it was a long time ago… It’s just that I would never do it again (or any other kind of relationship for that matter). I have good friends and demanding Cats and a housekeeper…and its MY kitchen! So I’m pretty sorted really.

    I wanted to write another, positive, poem but can’t seem too… oh well…However I do envy those of you who are happily married and wish all of you continued happiness. Once again my best to Robert & Tammy.

    Iain

  18. Michelle H.

    Thanks Rodney! I have followed my own advice and have been in a very happy marriage for 17+ years! I have a fondness for Acrostic poems and "Marriage" just seemed to work. Have a good weekend! Michelle

  19. Amy Barlow Liberatore

    That Piece of Paper

    My husband is a pastor
    The first one to admit
    That if there is no license
    The marriage ain’t worth shit

    First the county courthouse
    And then a lot of tests
    (all they test are drops of blood –
    not parent skills and the rest)

    The day is finally, actually here
    Both their families kick into gear
    First the vows, then a kiss
    But before there’s wedded bliss

    The piece of paper must be signed
    The one that makes all rights aligned
    You say, "I take you as my wife,"
    look forward to a blissful life
    The license holds more precious power
    Than presents at the bridal shower

    From property to privacy
    From childbirth to adoption
    Insurance to inheritance
    Sign here, there is no option

    Until that paper’s in the file
    Of the county clerk’s big desk
    The marriage isn’t valid
    To that I can attest

    And so my sister gets her wish
    At last, the day occurs
    And now I have my "Hers and His"
    And she’s got "Hers and Hers"

    Dedicated to my sisters-in-law, Sharon and Linda Beth, married June 2008 in San Francisco, together 25+ years.
    God bless you both! Love, Amy

  20. Amy Barlow Liberatore

    Blushing Bride

    She dressed up in her best jeans
    (the clean ones)
    caught a taxi to the courthouse
    And stood waiting for her soon-to-be spouse

    Turns out they both wore jeans
    and, beaming, walked into the office
    of the Justice of the Peace

    The teenage groom knew
    that if his parents knew
    and her parents knew
    what they already knew,
    it was ready or not –
    get married, or get shot!

  21. Rodney C. Walmer

    Sarah, 25 years of happiness. I envy you. I have had 14 years of happiness, so I have nothing to complain about. Your poem radiates with warmth and love for your husband. I wish you both many many more years of happiness. There are so few in our society that last as you have. Today, marriage like many other things in life, has become a throwaway item. Used to be, if something did not work properly, you would seek out a means to get it repaired. Now, everyone is looking for that quick fix, especially in things like marriage. Where as most marriages can be fixed. After all if two people loved enough to marry, they still have that passion, and always will. The myth they live in, that they will have or find better, is usually just that a myth, because there is nothing better then love, real true love.

    Rod.

  22. Rodney C. Walmer

    Michelle, I love your poem on a healthy marriage. I am certain if many followed that short philosophy you have outlined, marriage counselors would be in short demand. I have used a similar philosophy for both of my marriages. To be honest, if I find we are both angry, just before we go to bed. How can I put this maturely without sounding inappropriate. Well, we work off our anger through a means of mutually enjoyable physical exercise. Seems to work every time. And, in the end, I have found that there are two winners, and no losers, therefore no ego bruising, or foolish pride to deal with. Like I said, Michelle, I love your poem.

    I apologize for dissecting your poems guys, it’s just what I do, and how I enjoy reading poetry. As I have stated in a previous post, I started with my favorite country singers. By the way, if anyone is interested in some beautiful poetry by country singers, I can recommend a few artists. Just look the lyrics up on the net. No need to invest money. There are many sites that provide lyrics for the artists in the form of their poetry.

  23. Rodney C. Walmer

    lain my brother (I mean that metaphorically of course), I feel your pain. I truly do. I was lucky with my divorce, she left, walked out on me. Had herself an apartment, and had purchased furniture and all for it. Of course, all on my earnings. But, when it came to the courts, she requested nothing. Claimed self – sufficiency. I found out later she had been cheating on me big time, and I am certain I could have used that to get a zero alimony payment, that and abandonment on her part. Funny thing was, when she left, she had no job, no source of income, etc. I am guessing she had a sugar daddy in the wings somewhere.

    lain, your poem says it like it is. There are times I wish I could write like you, and many others here.

    Rod.

  24. Iain D. Kemp

    Sorry this so late… been a bit mental the last couple of days…

    Second Time Around.

    I picked a woman I once knew,
    though we hadn’t really spoken
    in years. She now has my house,
    my car and two thirds of my wealth.
    She has promised to squander it along
    with half my salary, predominately on shoes
    and the occasional spiteful phone call.
    A lawyer picked randomly from the Yellow
    Pages has what was left of my cash and now
    I live in a new town where I have no friends.
    I’m as happy as that fella Larry, who always had it made.
    No wedding costs, no in-laws, just a virtual divorce
    saving at least seven years of broken promises,
    broken crockery and broken dreams.

    Now why didn’t I do this first time around?

  25. Michelle H.

    “Marriage”

    Mutual respect in all
    Areas of our lives.
    Responsive to each others needs,
    Really committed to communication, for
    It is the key to a healthy marriage.
    Always go to bed with all issues resolved, and I
    Guarantee, you will have a long and
    Everlasting marriage.

  26. Sarah

    Congratulations Robert! I pray you and Tammy will have not only a beautiful wedding day but a wonderful life together!

    Forever
    My heart was yours
    before you even asked for it
    And in the flurry
    of preparing for our
    walk down the isle together
    I paused a moment to think
    about forever….
    a time frame that
    didn’t seem long enough
    for me to tell you,
    and show you
    how very much I loved you.
    Twenty-five years
    have only confirmed
    my thoughts of yesterday
    that forever
    is not time enough
    for me to tell you and show you
    how very much I love you.
    I love you Greg….forever

  27. Rodney C. Walmer

    First Love

    Looking back to the old farm house
    and how they tore it up
    The field where the horses ran
    the barn were we first made love

    I can still see that four room school house
    your long brown hair
    that cute little smile
    the hours I spent watching you sitting there

    You were the principal’s daughter
    I was just another poor 10 year old
    I wanted you back then
    if only to hold
    But, I was so afraid of your father

    I dreamed someday we’d marry
    I would take you away from here
    we’d build that little house on the prairie
    and you’d call me dear

    We finally did have that first date
    Four years later
    we quickly learned to relate
    With you finally in my arms
    Life was perfect,
    Falling for your womanly charms
    I completely gave myself to you
    The first time either of us
    would ever do, what we proceeded to do

    The next day back at school
    our classmates tried to make me the fool
    friends and foe alike
    jealous of our special night
    they tried to separate us
    drive us apart
    we knew it was right
    what was in our hearts
    and for a time
    I was yours and you were mine

    When your young
    time moves on
    it seems there’s always someone
    making changes
    then what you have is gone
    My dad lost the farm
    parents divorced
    they did not see the harm
    so we moved to New York

    You and I lost touch
    though we loved each other so much
    time forced us to move on
    like most
    what we had, was also gone. . .

    ©Rodney C. Walmer 8/8/08 This is based on a true story. Inspired by the marriage prompt #14.
    Her name was Lisa Walner, mine Rodney Walmer. You can see why our classmates made jokes.
    Further more, she had a weight problem. Not an issue for me, but for my friends apparently so.
    Lisa was my first love. I never found out what happened to or with her. I tried about 25 years ago,
    but apparently Walner was a very popular name. I gave up, hoping she is happy with her life.

  28. Amy Barlow Liberatore

    I’d like to acknowledge a couple of our members who gave me constructive feedback on my blog,

    poetmomskas.blogspot.com

    Matteo suggested some extra punctuation, which very much strengthened my work. And Rosemary, while first defending my structure, had to agree that Matteo was right in his opinion.

    This is a mature forum for people who really care for each other and want everyone to blossom. So Matteo and Rosemary (along with L.K. and even Ellen Maybe, THANK YOU. And as always, thanks to our host, who will eschew flip-flips for "real big-boy shoes" this weekend! Amy (Momskas)

  29. Linda H.

    Okay, just a rough draft scribbled while half-asleep last night, but here it goes. This is for you, Tammy and Robert.

    The Poets’ Beginning

    There’s that little spark,
    maybe just a word or two,
    that inspires and the pen begins
    to scratch out the beginnings of
    a new poem.
    Those first lines lead
    the way to new discovery as
    you flesh it out and build the
    rest of the poem around it.
    You are constantly revising,
    concentrating on preciseness of
    words and the consistency of
    rhythm, throwing in some metaphors
    to strengthen the imagery,
    to convey a clear meaning of
    emotion that leads the reader to
    say, "You know me. You speak my
    truth." For poetry is communication
    in its highest form.
    So, the successful marriage of two
    poets is as sure as the sun and
    the moon as long as both treat the
    union like a poem.
    It begins with a little spark,
    perhaps just a word or two –
    I do –
    to inspire the creation of a
    masterpiece, the writing of which
    continues over many years,
    drawing out the connections of
    heart and soul,
    painting a clear picture that
    leaves a lasting impression of
    true love,
    forever.

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