Umbrella, light, landscape. sky--
There is no language of the holy.
The sacred lies in the ordinary.
from 365 Tao Meditations by Deng Ming Dao
outside it’s frigid, wet, and gray
frost is wilting the tender plants
gas heater rumbles throughout the day
old sol has strayed too far away
all I want is to cuddle in bed
with you forever - safe, warm, and dry
skin to skin afloat on our downy nest
under the comforter
cozily dozing - just you and I
Umbrella, light, landscape, sky--
when dreaming ends - the fun begins
a touch, a kiss, tender tickles
we wiggle and spoon - form a crescent moon
ignore the wind and icicles
I caress your face, you touch that place
like a puzzle piece you melt into me
the prelude begins with tender chords
and ends in a breathless crescendo
toes curled tight like a rolly pollie
There is no language of the holy.
one of us will make the coffee
one of us answers the phone
hunger calls us to the kitchen
take a shower, grace the throne
I’d like to play in bed all day
read my book with a glass of sherry
but there’s laundry to do and bills to pay
we’d better go to work we say
not practical for us to tarry
The sacred lies in the ordinary.





































Comments: 74
Thanks for your wonderful energy and prompts.
This is truly wonderful poetry, exploring the beauty of the sensuous and heightening it through warm, intimate imagery! I loved it, Janniekins - like all your most recent offerings. this is utterly butterly luvverly! hehehehe
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Excellent - the poem and the image ... and the meditation.
Delightful.
A cup of tea is essential to the proceedings however. (We are in England, after all.)
Although I've tried to explain to "the man" that I actually like this winter hunkering down where things move slower and one has time to read and watch good movies, he's not buying it!
Our house, built in 1950, is drafty enough that the very thought of turning the temp down to 50 makes me instantly think of hypothermia. I'm sure our bedroom is 5 degrees colder than the thermostat reads on the main floor hallway.
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Thanks so much, Otelia.
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Beautifully penned...
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Love Love Love it. It expresses so well our lives, loves, and immortality of our spirits.
It brings the ordinary into the ethereal and the photo is a great big exclamation point!
Many might gloss over these glossas, not realizing their reflective value. Still waters run deep. You’ve stirred your words well here. Appearing at Mindful Poetry where it is now featured.
As for tweaking, maybe consider deleting your gerunds and "is"-verbs.
Lovely poem, thank you for sharing with me
Amazing photo