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Prompt 18: “Write an ode to life’s small pleasures. Perhaps it’s the first sip of your morning coffee. Or finding some money in the pockets of an old jacket.”
An ode to life’s small pleasures
I might not know what I want to be in life,
but I’ve always been good.
At choosing!
Good at choosing.
I’m the world’s best couch selector.
My booklist,
my film list,
my location list
my photo collections
are works of art.
But what I’ve been luckiest
in choosing
is my quarantine mate.
I keep telling him that.
Today when he returned from the supermarket
with everything I’d merely hinted at to wish
and so much more,
I remembered.
The first New Year’s Eve together we spent
in Slovenia and I was ill.
He went to buy groceries with my mother.
She returned in awe.
“He knows everything that you like
and don’t like,”
she exclaimed.
So yes,
I chose big things well too.
But sometimes
two separate sets of headphones
are just the little things
two people
need
in quarantine.
And here, the best pot heads in the neighbourhood. And amore.
Manja Mexi Mexcessive (closed) 
Sorry, but your poem isn’t about “life’s small pleasures”, but about The life’s pleasure.
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😀 Well, true, the headphones are quite big…
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Ah! A love poem. And I love it.
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Thank you, Lois. 🙂 He keeps winning me over.
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Love the New Year’s Eve shopping story–and the gorgeous pot heads!
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Thank you, Romana. Yesterday when I remembered, I choked for several minutes. I turned to mush. 😀 The pot heads are not ours. I wouldn’t mind them.
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It’s a wonderful story.🥰
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I love the pot heads too…and lucky you! To appreciate and be appreciated in return…that is love. (K)
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Thank you so much, K. Meeting him was one of those internet flukes of fortune. Hail the lucky ones.
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Scrolling down the pot heads and then seeing Amore made me laugh Manja 😀
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Hihih, good, Bushboy. He often makes me giggle.
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Lovely!
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Thank you, Maxie Jane! Did you see my previous post with the book spine poem? I link to you as my inspiration. 🙂 Thanks again!
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Bahhaha! Do you have headphones on and can’t hear? 😉
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I retain my right not to answer this question.
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Life’s treasure, more like 🙂
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The biggest there is. Thank you, Sofia. 🙂
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Sweet post, Manja. Isn’t that delightful? It’s romantic in its way. I had said the other day that I had not had diet 7up in a long time, and wouldn’t you know, on his last trip to the grocery, The Mister picked some up? It’s the small things that make a marriage happy. Those small pleasures of being known and loved and cared for accordingly ❤
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Always. ❤ Hail hail the lucky ones. All well to all of you, Joey.
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Fantastic poem. Says so much about him and his thoughtfulness. The photos of the heads are stunning too, just wonderful 🙂
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Thank you, Sunra Nina! 🙂 This was two years ago. Now it is… not quite as rosy.
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But that would have been the rose-tinted glasses period, I imagine! Phases always change. How can they not? People change, life moves, it all ebbs and flows. I think nostalgia makes us want to hold onto or recreate lovely periods of our lives and we just have to flow with that change. Sometimes, a little space is all that’s needed.
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