Celebrate Valentine’s Day at Home This Year — Mind. Beauty. Simplicity (Reblog)

Valentine’s Day is right around the corner . Some of you may treat this day as an annoyance while others see it as an excuse to spread love whether you are in a relationship or not. The last few years, my boyfriend & I have gotten dressed up & have gone out to some Italian […]

Celebrate Valentine’s Day at Home This Year — Mind. Beauty. Simplicity

FEBRUARY INSPO | VALENTINES DAY!! — christina and camera (Reblog)

happy february friends! for me, the main event in february is valentine’s day (even though i’m single) because it’s a super fun holiday. the other thing that comes to mind when i think of february is falling off our goals. in january I think a lot of people are riding on the high of the […]

FEBRUARY INSPO | VALENTINES DAY!! — christina and camera

Poem: Your Kiss

English: A young girl kisses a baby on the cheek.
English: A young girl kisses a baby on the cheek. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)I was unaware

 

I was unaware

of your kiss at first, on forehead

and cheek, maybe even on

my foot – you know, when babies’

feet are cute and pristine, before life

gets too serious and rinds the soul?

Then later, and with equal ignorance, I

noticed your lips, though they’d always

been there. Now the way you walked

and talked

and brushed your hair – suddenly

you were magic! A vision! My lips

against yours, the most natural

avenue in life and love. Then

all too soon, you gave me air

kisses at weddings

and christenings

and funerals, the social graces

that count, their passion sucked

out by convention. And right now

I’m all too aware of

your kiss, on my forehead,

my cheek once more, though you stay

clear of my foot. You realise

that I am slowly leaving, retreating

into soft make-beliefs

of self, sheaths which soothe

the cool airs of emptiness

 

poem © copyright David F. Barker 2013

Poem ‘Daffodil Girl’

Daffodil Girl

I took a picture of you.
The one where you’re cupping a daffodil,
kneeling in the sacred space,
where you wear your sky blue coat

with the sun in exaltation,
as if shining from your April face,
so round and vibrant and pink,
leaving me to the sombre shadows,

out of sight on the nether side.
And I was some strange Narcissus,
making sure I saw myself when
passing shop windows, always critical,

so self-absorbed and vain –
though far from glorious.
But I still remember that image,
the delicate touch of your fingers

on the flower, all caring and giving.
So thanks for being you,
for making me see beyond
this paltry vision of myself.

image and poem © copyright dfbarker 2012
poem taken from collection ‘Anonymous Lines’ available at amazon.
image partly digitally altered from a larger original.