The month of August has arrived, and I’m moving along on my quest to post a blog daily. I challenged myself to this intense post schedule. I have used the year 2021 to explore the various forms of poetry. This month I decided to write Proverbial forms of poetry. I will pick a proverb, a short common saying, and use it to create a poem in whatever direction the Muse chooses to lead me. However, you must remember we are talking about Word Daddy here. My Muse isn’t dependability or inspirational. He often leaves me high and dry when I need his help the most. Apparently, proverbials have no particular rules. I will try not to sound cliché. On my first attempt to write a Proverbial Poem, I will call my poem One Pillow.
“May you grow old on one pillow,” an Armenian wedding toast.
I remember the day we said I do,
We were so young, and you’d had a few.
Once we got home you crawled right into bed,
And passed out on the pillow where you lay your head.
We are so much older now,
We’ve managed to gain wisdom somehow.
I still wear your wedding ring,
You no longer pass up a sure thing.
The pillow might not be the same,
But we’ve learned to share more than a last name.
Pillows aren’t only useful for dreaming,
And love that lingers on is worth redeeming.
We might have endured the years
A little worse for wear,
But it’s good to know beyond the tears,
You are the one who I can depend on to care.
Blended into two lives.
Who is Molly Shea?
Molly Shea is an accomplished fictional short story writer from Indiana who writes short stories and novels about a fictional town called Tecumseh. To read more of her short stories and adventures, click here.
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