We’ve lost our capacity to count.
Our years together number thirty something-
(how long have we been married?)
Too many kisses to enumerate –
(except for that singular kiss. You know the one,
when the room held its breath
for the count
of ten
or twenty
or infinity)
And that ice age when I stopped counting on you
(but you never subtracted,
only multiplied your love)
No, we’ve lost our capacity to count-
higher math and the calculations of our applied physics
have overwhelmed the
one
two
three
of us
But numbers aren’t everything.
*** Brian and Claudia are jousting it out today at the Dverse Pub Tournament of Champions. Our prompt is to take a line from one of their poems and create one of our own. I chose the line ‘we’ve lost our capacity to count‘ from Brian Miller’s poem-‘if I stay-‘
thecourseofourseasons 
In many ways I’ve watched you
Singing soul songs of praise to him
You’re sweetest moments tender open up before my eyes to see
In many ways you show it
Painting pictures for us all
Tears I’ve shed with such joy
Your loving entangles more than just you two
Your loving is the Divine
I’ve been stirred to know it’s true
In softly written words
painting pictures for us all
I’ve watched you
Singing soul songs of praise to him
from the core of your spirit
deep within
Your loving is the Divine
I’ve been stirred to know it’s true
For your passion is the life breath
Filling loves holy lungs
(Hi dear, I ran into Bob at the Pub last night and he shared the poem you wrote with me in it, So as thank you for the lovely gift I wrote this for you and Bob.)
Christina! What a beautiful gift – thank you for this beautiful poem. You are a dear to write this for us. hugs – K
Love is not perfect….but we can round it up to perfect. ‘)
I really liked this.
I’m always happy when graded on the curve 🙂 Thanks so much!
Oh, this is so beautiful…heartbreaking, but still beautiful.
Fantastic poem! I love the way you counted out the important moments! 🙂
It’s not the count, but what counts. I think there was more than one kiss like that.
wonderful, wonderful! (yes, this one deserved TWO wonderfuls) 🙂
thanks, Sarah – TWO wonderfuls – that is high praise indeed! 🙂
From the viewpoint of 41 years, I love this poem with its true wisdom of long term love. Thanks!
Oh, this is a delight!
So happy you liked it – thanks!
So many singularly great lines in this poem. It’s difficult to write a fresh, clean, and non-cliched love poem, but you have here – successfully. I enjoyed this a lot! Well done.
Thank you , your kind words mean a great deal –
the one kiss that made the room hold its breath..lovely line..
A reminder of undying love and how we mistreat it and take it for granted as we go on. Beautifully written.
Thank you, so happy you dropped by
Oh, that special kiss among those too many to be able to count. What a wonder of a romantic poem.
That’s the way we want it to be..this is a beautiful poem. There are those who for some fluke or other circumstances never experience this kind of love. I like especially the “one, two, three of us”!
My years with my husband number 33 and still going. Could totally relate to this excellent piece. Loved it!
ah yes, the autumn approaching winter & still being in love with Love; splendid, romantic, touching. Like Claudia, I believe in kisses to seal & arouse everything & moment. I love your whole POV & state of mind with this one. I liked the wonderful lines /when the room held its breath/for the count/of ten/or twenty/or infinity/.
Very sweet and romantic though one doesn’t count the kisses anymore ~ I like that love has multiplied over the years ~
ah a bit different for you… lovely… and that kiss
I LOVE this poem. Wonderful
This is a great poem, Kathleen. I like how you look back on love and use puns to make your words more meaningful.
that’s a great reason to lose count – too lost in love…beautiful write 🙂
Oh I love this .. the way you use the math to use the quote and going into the whole rollercoaster of love… and that multiplication part sounds like an excellent path to count right..
You gotta love a man who only multiplies his love. A keeper, for sure. I loved this poem, and the luxurious thought of too many good years to count…..sigh. Lovely.
This is excellent. Years of love don’t need to be counted, I don’t think…. Higher math is unnecessary where there is love! (Ha, I chose the same line.)
no, numbers are def not everything…ha…and that sounds like one special kiss….especially when it makes one no longer count…smiles.
Thank you, Brian, I hope you know what your kindness has meant to me. smiles
ha – there can’t be enough kisses in life… i’m happily losing count on them… though still there’s the one or other that i won’t ever forget…smiles
Thank you, Claudia, for your kind attention to my work and for all the time, tears and energy you have put into this remarkable community. I look forward to reading and seeing all the beautiful things you will create now that you will have all the time in the world (!) smiles
A beautiful poem of love and togetherness – hinting at unspoken depths and differences, but ultimately joyful!
I love that line – too many kisses to enumerate. And that’s the way it should be too!
Nancy