Life on Mars


Sometimes we sit and talk for hours,
two chairs facing each other
discussing things like
is there life on Mars
and if it rained for
a thousand days,
how many gallons is that?

I watch his face
become animated, laughing
because when I'm engrossed
in what we say
my hands wave circles
in the air.

When I make spaghetti
we leave trails
of conversation.
desperately following threads
but we only have
eyes for each other.

We sit opposite,
occasionally touch as we eat.
I don't think I care
about life on Mars,
what I care about
is him.

Sometimes we sit and talk for hours,
two chairs facing each other
discussing things like
is there life on Mars
and if it rained for
a thousand days,
how many gallons is that?

I watch his face
become animated, laughing
because when I'm engrossed
in what we say
my hands wave circles
in the air.

When I make spaghetti
we leave trails
of conversation.
desperately following threads
but we only have
eyes for each other.

We sit opposite,
occasionally touch as we eat.
I don't think I care
about life on Mars,
what I care about
is him.




Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-05-17 at 18:24

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Bibek The PoetBay support member heart!
This is very sweet and gentle and romantic. You take readers into a domestic sphere and make them wonder about the everyday yet so very poetic conversation. And, yes, the repetition reinforces what is already said. Good job, Elle. :)
2021-05-19


Christopher Fernie The PoetBay support member heart!
Dear Elle,

I love your earthbound orbit around Mars, the triumph of what is over what might be. And I find the robotic repetition of your verses most appealing.

Thank you for reaffirming life on Earth!

Cheers,

Chris
2021-05-17