reflection

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Now and Then

Now and then, I remember
when we were young.
We made love in a cold room
with plastic sheeting on the window.
We rocked and rolled
beneath the patterned quilt—
(our un-guilty Christmas gift
to each other),
and kept our socks on.

We didn’t care about the blare
of Seger’s “Still the Same”
coming from the flat upstairs,
and “Jagged Little Pill”
across the hall.
We only knew our own
small world under the covers.

We worked temp
to pay the bills,
shopped “no frills”
for yellow-labeled cans
and made plans for the future …

milestones have transpired,
but we can smile
at how happy we were
and how we still have some fire—
we’re still the same lovers …
now and then.

Kathleen Mortensen©2017

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You Again

Click the image by  René Magritte to visit The Mag Thank you!

Of course.
It had to be you.
I’d recognize the nape of that neck,
anywhere.

You were always duplicitous,
so it comes as no surprise
that you’re reflected
twice.

You, with your pompous books,
and pristine collars—the I-just-brushed-some-dust-
off-my-shoulders look.

I’d bet a dollar,
You set up a tripod
and photographed yourself.

You haven’t changed
a bit.

Kat Mortensen©2013Creative Commons Licence

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Poem: Night reflection

Last night, I had occasion to sit in our Mini Cooper and look out the sun-roof window, high up beyond the grand trees behind The Hyggehus.  I couldn’t help but think how immense it was up there and how miniscule that made me feel.

 

 NIGHT VOYAGERS

A night sky can make you feel so small; it swallows you whole.

Don’t look up! If you’re out wandering when the sun’s gone down—

you’re going to drown. When clouds cleave to the atmosphere— 

the moon is nearly full, you will feel, a speck upon the ground;

stand up straight, you’ll still be found inside the tide—the wide dark sea

that washes overhead. Only the owls know their place in the night sky;

that is why we call them wise.

Kat Mortensen©2010 Page copy protected against web site content infringement by Copyscape