The anchor clunks into the water
as its wake splashes the boat
And I wonder if the fish have
all been scared away
I can’t believe I fell for this
“Quality Time” when I hate fishing
You gaze at
my scowling face
and reach for the anchor’s chain
“Come help me with this” is all you say
And I realize you’ve chosen
something else for
Our quality time
Great poem Sandra! I want to know: what was the something else planned? You don’t have to say. Just feedback that this piece got my mind going making up my own story of where you went next!
Thanks Diane. I’m so glad you liked it. So, what other plans did you come up with? 🙂 🙂 🙂 Sandra
I imagine the driver of the boat is my husband (who’s always full of fun surprises) and he is taking me further up stream to a waterfall. Or we are going to dock somewhere down stream and have a romantic dinner on a beach. Or we are abandoning the entire boat thing, getting in the car, driving to the airport and flying somewhere dreamy. Just a few places my mind went! This was fun!
Gosh Diane, you are one lucky lady to have such a romantic man. Remember to make him “follow through” on your ideas … and Men in BlogLand: Get the idea? Onward, Sandra
🙂
Beautiful, insightful!
I love how the poem is also a mystery!
Thanks Traveler. I’m always telling people to communicate with each other, but to parafrase you: Mysteries keep life interesting too. 🙂 🙂 🙂