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Our Host Roger Shipp
Our Host Roger Shipp
How Do I Love Thee?
There it was sticking out of the torn lining of the battered book of sonnets by Elizabeth Barrett Browning. The poem I'd written to Elise. The book was sitting on the corner of the desk where my wife Jane, was working.
I stepped into the den. "Hey, gorgeous. Why don't we pack a picnic lunch and enjoy this beautiful day in the park?"
She looked up. Smiled. Then sat back in her chair mulling over my idea.
"Sounds romantic. Why don't we take a bottle of champagne? That way we can discuss my million-dollar divorce settlement. And you can celebrate the fact that I won't sue Elise for alienation of affection."
I chuckled. "Sounds like a plan. We'll work this out over caviar and champagne."
After she consumes the digitalis, we'll walk to the highest point in the park to admire the view.
Her black heart won't see a dime.
Her black heart won't see a dime.
150 words
Yolanda Renee © 2016
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**************** Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861)
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**************** Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861)
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, --- I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! --- and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
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11 comments:
Someone is about to have a great fall haha
If someone is going to fall from the highest peak, I hope she's the one shoving him.
Beautiful poem, wonderful blog.
I'm blog hopping with C. Lee McKenzie, et al. I like your blog and will be back. I'll also follow your blog and connect with you on social media. Thanks for sharing this with your followers.
I can see the evil glint in his eye! ☺ Wouldn't it be funny if she pushed him, instead?
LOL I knew something bad was bound to happen but I didn't see this coming. You always have such evil and fun twists!! :D
That does take care of the problem...
Maybe they'll both fall...yes, I like that idea. Seems like they deserve it. ;)
Maybe the digitalis will get mixed up...you never know who'll see that view! :-)
What a way to get out of having to pay out in a divorce. Yikes!
Ooh, Yolanda, your character is diabolical. I love it!
Thanks, everyone, for the wonderful comments. This one was fun to write. I've left notes in books, even money. So be sure you check those books before you give them away . . . just say'n!
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