“Do you know," Peter asked, "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories.” ~ J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

2.13.2012

how to spell love


it was sunday, and that meant gingerbread pigs, and heart shaped cookies with lavender or rosemary, or maybe both; i can't tell, i don't know, and i don't speak enough spanish to ask.  truth be told, it matters not. it was something in addition to sweet, just like real love.

we spell it l.o.v.e.
when we should spell it t.r.u.s.t.
and h.a.r.d.
and t.r.y.i.n.g.
and i.m.s.o.r.r.y.
and y.e.s.y.e.s.y.e.s.!
we spell it h.a.p.p.i.l.y.e.v.e.r.a.f.t.e.r.
when we should spell it
t.o.g.e.t.h.e.r.t.h.r.o.u.g.h.t.h.e.t.o.u.g.h.t.i.m.e.s.

we spell it f.o.r.r.i.c.h.e.r.f.o.r.p.o.o.r.e.r.
and then ask for pre-nups.
we spell it i.d.o.n.t.n.e.e.d.t.o.s.a.y.i.t.
but we do.

we slow dance close and argue far away,
whisper secrets and shout truths and lies.
we look away and across crowded rooms,
and talk without saying a word

we should spell it
l.i.s.t.e.n.i.n.g.
h.e.a.r.i.n.g.
l.a.u.g.h.i.n.g.
n.e.v.e.r.w.a.l.k.i.n.g.a.w.a.y.
or
w.a.l.k.i.n.g.a.w.a.y. and r.u.n.n.i.n.g.b.a.c.k.
we should spell it
k.i.s.s.i.n.g.
c.r.y.i.n.g.
c.r.a.z.y.m.a.k.i.n.g.w.o.n.d.e.r.f.u.l.
we should spell it f.e.a.r. and g.i.d.d.i.n.e.s.s.
and u.n.c.h.a.r.t.e.d.t.e.r.r.i.t.o.r.y.
we should spell it c.o.m.i.n.g.h.o.m.e.

we should spell it t.h.a.n.k.y.o.u.
and m.o.r.e. and  l.e.s.s.


this morning is monday and there is rain; yesterday's bright sunshine has been replaced with gray skies. i fell asleep last night to the sound of sleet against the night. like love, the weather changes daily, but the sky is still blue behind those clouds.  spring always comes.  i search for words to finish this spelling lesson, but they are just out of touch.  perfect, i think.  it feels unfinished.  real love is never done.

we hug goodbye and bring aspirins for aches
we forget birthdays but remember that time when . . .
we drive in silence and finish each other's thoughts
and we move in the same direction.

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17 comments:

  1. dang i love you.
    [give me all your heart cookies.]

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  2. perfect, yes.

    just the way it is.

    real love is never done and it is all the things you spell and i kept thinking of Annie Sullivan spelling words out in Helen Keller's hand... this would have taught her what love really is.

    when it comes right down to it, it's the same direction part that matters most, i think.

    a wonderful valentine, this.

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  3. A lovely lesson on love spells;I need to study more, I was spelling much of love incorrectly.

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  4. what they said, with a thankful (((hug))) attached for the beauty you bring to our lives.

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  5. yes it is all that spelled out on the pages of life~

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  6. Loving the words of love here. My word for the year might fit in the middle (p.a.s.s.i.o.n)

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  7. You simply are amazing...profound...spot on...raw...and wise...

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  8. I think this is my very favourite post of yours.

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  9. What lovely sentiments indeed.
    Much love and many blessings
    Love Jeanne♥

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  10. p.s. i. h.e.a.r.t. y.o.u. s.w.a.k.
    ~pamela

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  11. i love this lesson with all my heart. xo

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