This is typically what a blog day for me looks like. Pen to paper (while snacking on something lol) before I proceed to type it and then schedule for posting!! I know! I know!! I’m basically doing the same thing twice, but I do love the feel of paper.

Todays poem I feel falls under an Aubade. I spent an awful lot of time during the week reading Aubades written by different poets. A few of my favourites are Leave-Taking by Louise Logan and Aubade by David Mura.

I hope you enjoy mine.

This
…
This I’ve come to love
My longing to hear your voice
Every night
Something familiar
A pleasurable routine
…
And now I puzzle
Wonder what I feared before
The familiarity?
…
This I’ve come to love
Steady paces
Calm conversations
An unending comfort
…
The sudden realisation
Of what has always been
Memories
Laying itself upon itself
…
This I’ve come to love
Reconnecting
Regrowing
Reincarnating
…
But still
I love
This complexity
Embedded
In an unknown simplicity
Hidden behind a little fear
Fear of clarity
…
Words have more meaning
Songs more depth
Me still a bit better
Self longing
Self loathing
…
Yet
This I’ve come to love
Unsteady heart beats
Forgiveness
Time
Distance
Still closeness looms
In a good
Aloof
But satisfying way
…
This
This
…
Unspoken words
Of a mending heart
Needing
Wanting
And seeking tranquility
…
But this
I’ve come to love
Words
Straight from the heart
Pure
Unfiltered
Raw
All filled
With beautiful
And still
Pictures
Of you

…

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** An Aubade is a love poem or song welcoming or lamenting the arrival of the dawn. (Source – Poetry Foundation).

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