For Mike
1. First Date with The Next Generation
In the Engineering Research Building
the wall in his cubicle proudly donned
a life-sized poster of Jean-Luc Picard
I hid the double-take (or, tried to); he later massaged
the crick in my neck, a liberty allowed by a Liberal Artist
donning naught above the waist but her bare pride…
Marriage of the proverbial hemispheres ensued.
2. Somehow, Swept Off My Feet
Though one task at hand must be completed, before you attempt
(or become conscious of) the next, and I blaspheme those tinselly,
emblematic bits of solder accumulating beneath our feet,
then breathe long sighs of relief when you finally sweep them
into sparkly heaps and throw them away; I realize, too, that neither
the privilege of living with an Engineer in his natural habitat, nor
my Work in Progress status, are honors bestowed frivolously.
Once, again, I’ve stepped into the Wayback Machine to retrieve these relics from the valley of yester-yore upon which the fuzzy fog of middle age has since permanently settled. Here’s to those things of beauty in our lives that never change!
Wishing all you poets and engineers, alike, out there a very happy Valentine’s Day!
They are honors bestowed in the best possible way with the greatest meaning!
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Yes, and it’s a blessing to remember it is so! 😊
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And Happy Valentine’s back to you … you brightened mine with that first poem – “donning naught above the waist but her bare pride” – beautiful!
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True story…
I’m glad my borderline TMI resulted in Valentine’s Day brightening! 😁
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Was assuming true story! Grew up admonished that “pride” was not something to be proud of … hence my enthusiasm for your pride … not only bared, but put in a poem … bravo!
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