Thursday, May 23, 2013

LOVE FROM A RADIO SONG



I wake slowly lazily to linger over
the strong voice of a radio singer
crooning to me about how to love.
I start to rise but fall back thunderstruck
when I realize I have been a schmuck
all my life loving you all wrong.
Ahh Jesus if I only had known
my love was weak when I thought it strong.

If I had only lyrically known
I’d try to grow young again,
not so fully set, not so entirely grown
so I could have a re-do, make amends.
Then it comes to me all of a sudden
that I am as smart as the radio builder
and hit the wonderful snooze button
so I could reawake not so old and bitter.

For if I dream again ten minutes more
there’ll be another one singing to me
of a different way, opening the validating door
showing my tired eyes love in a way I can see
that confirms at the start of the day arriving
I have been spending all of these years
loving you, oddly enough,without striving
in a way that works for us honey boo boo dear.

© M Durfee
5/23/13

22 comments:

  1. there is something to be said of the easy kind of love...when you know how love is between the two...your boo boo bear...now that is cute...smiles...ha...enjoy your dream with her man...

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    1. Love is best when all of the knots are untied and it finally becomes uncomplicated Brian.

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  2. Best morning song I hear is when Lana gets up and comes back into my office to say she loves me.

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    1. Yeah, Charles, I never push the snooze button when Joann does that--especially if she is bringing a hot coffee wit her.

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  3. Every "love" has a unique flavor to it. None the same. Ever. Nobody "loves wrong" --- they love the way their heart lets them.

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    1. Love , Deb, at times can be a high hard wall to scale. The effort is only rewarded at the top. Yet that effort only makes it more being there.

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  4. Just discovered you via Brian ... mmmh, lovely poetry ... if you keep walking ... I will as well ... gone fishin' for a while ... Blessed be ... cat.

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    1. Well hello Cat...as long as i am able to move i will stay in (e)motion.

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  5. Nice that you have a pet name for your love. I like this tender side of you.

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    1. Aw Syd the old lady and I have a lot of names for each other, her favorite for me is Rex.

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  6. you are a big softie

    love
    kj

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    1. Don't get ahead of yourself kj, I am a multifaceted person.

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  7. I'd rather read your poetry than hear those dumbass love songs on the radio. But I don't know if I paid you much of a compliment.

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    1. Susan I doubt that you spend much time in need of background noise or the passing favorite song of the moment to wake up to reality. I'd write more love poetry of i saw more love.

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  8. Tender and vulnerable. I liked this very much, Mark.

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    1. Yep that's me Talon, just ask kj above. I am just a mush melon in an armadillo coat.

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  9. "Smarter than the average bear, Boo-Boo." :)

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    1. I want to go to Mexico, drink tequila and hang out with people of ill repute Ivan.

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  10. the problem with the best writers: they're all so charlie brownish - wishy washy! ;)

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    1. Tony, you know if everything was a rant or complaint or a dart...people might think my wife is a figment of my imagination.

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  11. Yep. Misspent middle age.

    An old non-P.C. song:

    "Here's to Kabuzelem
    The harlot of Jerusalem
    A prostitute of ill repute
    The daughter of the Vallah."

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  12. Mark, snoozing and coffee are two of my favorite things in life! xo

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