It made me wonder all the more about who you are. Everybody here is a bit hidden, sometimes a lot hidden, yet revealed in another sense by thier writing! What is this life "On the river"?
Don't tell me ... I think "nosh" and "scones" betray you and Ego to be British Commonwealth denizens somewhere.
It's another snapshot. One property of snapshots is that they show in one instance what actually happens every day ! Like a movie of no change. But the snapshot of Grandma bungy jumping has an import opposite to that! However, that it only happens once in a lifetime is showing us that Grandma is fairly normal; whereas if Grandma's daily hobby were bungy jumping then she is an unique whacko and the picture is about routine!
I'm just wondering if this poem is about routine or else about an uniquely memorable event! Snapshots never actually tell you that bit, I find.
Defintely a great read. Though I feel some lingering saddness. It seems as though this couple has been together a long time. As quoted though 'the blue cups with jaded time.' And you also used the words mundane and seperateness, so I take it as if, things are the same everyday. Not much passion between the two these days. However, the writer seems to enjoy the mornings together. Even if silence is all that holds them together.
I'd camomile for one of your smiles, mamie!
I like your poem. I like its economy of words, its Japanese tea ceremony feel, jaded cups indeed!
I thought it was going to warm up a bit to a bit of hanky-panky under the table cloth until I realized that the legs you were crossing were your own and not each others.
Ah well, we can't have everything, not even an orange pekoe under the table.
I presume this is a Mars and Venus sort of thing with him chuckling over the comics and you weeping over the headlines. I have a solution for you. Why don't you both sigha nd chortle over the political cartoons which happily blend the best features of both headlines and comics?
A final word: I enjoyed and approved of your poem.