A particular egg
A particular sperm
Me.
A certain pub
A particular night
Us.
A certain church
A particular Saturday
Matrimony.
Particular years
Certain happy days
Children.
Particular paths
Certain stiles
Life.
A particular alignment of stars,
A certain feeble heartbeat...
The End.
A Valentine lifetime neatly caught up in a poem brilliant...
ReplyDeleteI am glad you spotted that reference Thelma. Thank you.
DeleteHappy Valentines Day to my favorite Yorkshire man! 😘
ReplyDeleteI am aware that you know or have contact with thousands of Yorkshiremen so your kind greeting is all the more precious!
DeleteFunny how each small path leads to so many more. And yet- it had to happen exactly like that or we would not be here, right now, in the places where we are.
ReplyDeleteHappy Valentine's Day, Mr. P. May there be sweetness.
Thank you MM. Instead of sweetness there were rump steaks, mushrooms, jacket potatoes, grilled tomatoes and broccoli.
DeleteA lovely poem! Happy Valentine's Day to you and Shirley!
ReplyDeleteThank you Bonnie. Isn't life all about chance or happenstance?
DeleteHappenstance indeed.
ReplyDeleteI needed to get that word out of my head somehow.
DeleteWhoa, dark ending there! . . . but that is part of life, too.
ReplyDeleteLovely poem, YP. Happy day to you and your valentine.
And the same to you and your Canadian Mountie!
DeleteThat about does it. The circle of life!
ReplyDeleteYes. The circle. But so much happenstance Red.
DeleteMy heart has been pounding today...in anger and in frustration...caused by the behaviour of a certain idiot I have the misfortune of knowing!
ReplyDeleteYour poem is precise, concise and to the point, Yorkie.
Is the "certain idiot" your landlord by any chance?
DeleteYes, it most certainly is, Yorkie. He is doing my head in...but I will not let him win!!!!
DeleteWarn him that a boxing champion from Yorkshire will be over to pound him if he doesn't cease.
DeleteGet in line, Mr. Pud! :)
DeleteLee has said it - your poem is precise, concise and to the point.
ReplyDeleteI don't "do" Valentine's Day, and as we live 150 km apart, there wasn't anything special lined up for OK and myself last night anyway. But I'll travel there tonight and we'll spend what is forecast to be a very sunny spring-like weekend together.
I don't know why but until now I didn't realise that OK was so far away. I thought he was maybe 20km from you. 150km is quite a lot.
DeleteOh my. So final!
ReplyDeleteDid you want an extra verse?
DeleteA particular cloud
A certain halo
Heaven.
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