Love Poetry

February 14, 2014 by margaretsmn

It’s Poetry Friday and Love Poetry Night. Tonight at A&E Gallery in New Iberia, we will gather and love poets and poetry. The event begins at 6:00 PM with open mic. The featured poets are Clare Martin and Bonny McDonald.

I’ll be reading this poem during Open Mic, dedicated to my one true love.

The Kiss

I can remember where I put my keys,
How many eggs are left in the refrigerator.
I can remember the dance step
we practiced over and over.

I cannot remember the line in the poem
The one after the knees in the desert.
I can’t remember what you said
before you went to sleep.

I do remember the kiss,
not that particular kiss but every kiss,
gentle on my cheek,
telling me you are near. You are here,
We are here—remember.

Margaret Simon

Find more poetry at the Poetry Friday Roundup hosted by Linda Baie at Teacher Dance.

Posted in Poetry, Poetry Friday, Writing | Tagged Bonny McDonald, Clare Martin, love poetry | 18 Comments

18 Responses

on February 14, 2014 at 1:06 pm | Reply Irene Latham

I cannot remember the line in the poem
The one after the knees in the desert.

Wow, I love that! Yay for love poems!
on February 14, 2014 at 2:08 pm | Reply Doraine Bennett

Lovely!
on February 14, 2014 at 3:49 pm | Reply Tara Smith

So sweet! Happy Valentine’s Day to you both!
on February 14, 2014 at 3:59 pm | Reply Linda Baie

So, so sweet and romantic, Margaret. I love those last two lines! Enjoy the romantic evening!
on February 14, 2014 at 4:19 pm | Reply Laura Shovan

What a beautiful final stanza, Margaret. Have you checked out the Google doodle for today? If not, listen to the candy heart that says “First Kiss.”
- on February 14, 2014 at 4:45 pm | Reply margaretsmn
  
  As soon as I saw your comment I sent my students to check it out. How cute!
on February 14, 2014 at 5:35 pm | Reply Buffy Silverman

Lovely poem (and lucky you to remember where you put your keys!)
on February 15, 2014 at 1:30 am | Reply Myra GB

Very romantic, Margaret. I agree with Buffy. I don’t remember where my keys are most of the time either! 🙂
on February 15, 2014 at 2:25 am | Reply Bridget Magee

Lovely poem for your one true love. I’m sure he will remember your words. Happy Valentine’s Day! ❤
on February 15, 2014 at 11:59 am | Reply Heidi

I just love picturing you reading this out to an audience. I have a similar poem that I read at an adult reading once and it’s a *very* different feeling than reading a poem for kids to a class or workshop…isn’t it?!
- on February 15, 2014 at 12:29 pm | Reply margaretsmn
  
  Different, yes, and my husband was there.
on February 15, 2014 at 12:44 pm | Reply maryleehahn

Wish I could have been there! Your poem is to sigh for!
on February 15, 2014 at 1:53 pm | Reply Tabatha

So sweet, Margaret! My father was going to read a poem about meeting my mother this week at an open mic night, but the snow cancelled that. Even so, any time is a good time for a love poem 🙂
on February 15, 2014 at 2:35 pm | Reply Celebrating Love | Reflections on the Teche

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on February 15, 2014 at 6:04 pm | Reply Michelle Heidenrich Barnes

Is there a better way to celebrate Valentine’s Day than with poetry? Your poem eloquently expresses just how “true” your love is. Beautiful.
on February 15, 2014 at 7:27 pm | Reply Donna Smith

How could you read this and not cry? I don’t think I could. It’s LOVE-ly!
on February 15, 2014 at 10:52 pm | Reply Keri Collins Lewis

What a beautiful love you share! So romantic and sweet, with that dash of your trademark humor. xoxoxo
on February 21, 2014 at 11:38 am | Reply Wishes on Wood | Reflections on the Teche

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