Poems by Roger Stevens
I know... I know... another soppy love poem. Well, Jill comes home on Saturday and I'll be lonesome no more. Glad you all seemed to enjoy the last one.
An, "duvet." That word has such a nice ring to it. I hope the object of your affection appreciates your multi-lingual talents. And your extensive knowledge of herbs!
i like the metaphor of the duvet. it's so sensorial. you can't beat images like those.
We all enjoy and know that shared sense of another's closeness. You put such great words and literary devices on something we are mostly and most often inarticulate about. Sometimes it take another soppy poem, as you put it, to 'rouse us from silent intuition. Rock on Roger!
It was just lovely and very soothing!
not soppy...it brings a nice feeling... a comfortable and dependable kind of love
Amie is right. Not soppy. I love these lines...I am the sighThe stretchThe blur of visionThe remnants of fading dreamRoger McGough eat yer heart out.
Soppy just means wet doesn't it? Wet is water and water is most of what we are- so soppy is just another word for what we are. 98% sop!
Soppy is just another name for wet isn't it? So wet is water and water makes up 60% of the human body. So being soppy is quite natural thing and we are all 60% soppy. Or maybe 60% of us are soppy?Anyway, another great sopping wet poem Roger!
Disregard that first sopping accessment of degrees of soppiness!
That's just soppy Michael.
Sorry - I missed out the comma.That should read -That's just soppy, Michael.
Ooopps, sorry this must be the wrong sop.
Your poems are better with each reading. I'm continually impressed -- no matter what you write about, the poetry triumphs.
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