Guests, of a Sort

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I wake up to find

a few aches and pains

have followed me into the new day

a stiff joint, an odd discomfort,

from origins unknown

 

I try to connect the unwanted guests

with, perhaps, foolish exertions

from the day before

that may have caused them

 

Still, I am grateful

for the parts of my body,

entities really, as I have come to know them,

that give me no trouble this day

 

Thankful that they allow me to be here

to see you again in morning’s early light

and find the blue in your eyes

that always welcomes me there

◄ The Little Things

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Mike McPeek

Thu 18th Feb 2021 20:17

Nicola B, thank you! 💓

Nicola Beckett

Thu 18th Feb 2021 17:14

Your wife's eyes are blue
Mine are green ,
My lovers eyes are blue too ,
We run from each other ,
So alike you and I,
I thought I'd found the man of my dreams again ,
And when it all goes wrong again ,
Its you I want to talk to

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Mike McPeek

Thu 18th Feb 2021 15:40

Spot-on M.C.! Thanks for taking the time, and glad you liked this piece.

Cheers
Mike

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Mike McPeek

Thu 18th Feb 2021 15:39

Thanks for the visit Stephen! Always appreciate your thoughts

Cheers
Mike

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Stephen Gospage

Tue 16th Feb 2021 16:57

A fine poem, Mike. Vital and poignant.

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M.C. Newberry

Tue 16th Feb 2021 11:06

In my late-ish 70s, I see bodily insistence on making its owner aware
of its presence is, in its own way, a reminder that life is still going on!
😊.

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