Don’t ask me to notice
if you lost or gained a few pounds.
I do carefully weigh
every ounce of what you say.
Your clothes are blue or brown?
what matters are the varied shades
of emotion
that cross your heart.
Whether you smile or frown.
Or even the new watch
on your hand.
Time doesn’t count
when we are together.
Good one!! Should keep visiting this blog often.
ReplyDeleteReally nice. It seems you have tried a new style this time. I don't know why, but it's a pleasant diversion from your usual style. Impact of "food-notes" shows well.....
ReplyDeleteNice! It seems you have tried a different style this time. It is indeed a pleasant diversion. Is this an impact of "food-notes"?
ReplyDeleteVery interesting piece and nicely written.
ReplyDeleteGr8 thoughts.. much appreciated.
ReplyDeleteCheers,
Ramesh Natarajan
Dubai
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i liked reading this immensely..especially the 1st stanza
ReplyDeletelove this,
ReplyDeletewelcome and
Happy Poetry Picnic.
Nicely penned. I like.
ReplyDeletewitty!
ReplyDeletecharming writing.
ReplyDeletewow.
Like the metaphor ‘’I do carefully weigh // every ounce of what you say.’‘
ReplyDeletethe color of clothes & the shades of emotion.
Time doesn’t count // when we are together.
short and meaningful 3 stanzas. very well done.
So loving! I really like this one. Thanks!
ReplyDeleteCool poem.
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