Words at Play: Eric's Birthday Poem

Today is my partner Eric Reynold's birthday. The picture is of him in his Medieval garb from the Web Annual Dinner last November. I usually write a poem for him on his birthday.  After 29 years being original is a challenge. No moon in June, nor red roses and blue violets will do.

One thing we share, one among many, is a love for words, definition, subtle meaning, and tricks in words.  I could not find an inspiration until I complained to my spirit muse Mannan last night who then gave me these ideas in dream.  I re-wrote and edited them this afternoon, but this is essentially what I/we wrote last night.  I did wake up and make notes.  My memory is not that good! 

So Happy Birthday Eric!

Words at Play 

I am at peace with you.

My heart winds around you.

Another 20, 30 years at most

Who counts them?

Less? Perhaps. Enough?

We’ve learned to

Want less

Seek less

Strive less… 

And are more for it:

Armor

Amour

Ah! More… 

On moors

We loved to watch wild donkeys

On fells the sheep

On downs the horses—real

And made in chalk.

But I digress with happy memories. 

We go and come back

Healed

Hardier

Heartier

Moor peaceful

Just us two,

Too filled

To know

Just us.

Justice,  peace.

The two of us are settled

Because no justice, no peace

No peace, no justice.

We will both,

Love beyond all that.

Dorothy Abrams 2/13/13