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Lee Plaza Hotel, Detroit, photo by Bonnie Beechler ( via Magpie Tales )

ah, you were not
my lighthouse
shining up
from the bottom of a well

nor was i
your brave daisy
bursting through
suffocating pavement

we were not
conjoined hearts, cores
livers, kidneys 
or even onions

and we won’t ever be
dreaming big
or staying strong
together as old souls

so what...
we’re not
kitchen cliches or 
refrigerator door metaphors

you are you
i am me
and we do get along
immaculately 

separately 

© 2014-Rene
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  1. Kathe W.March 9, 2014 at 5:02 PM

    yep! Sometimes relationships require a very long breezeway!

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  2. MaryMarch 9, 2014 at 5:16 PM

    Very cool. I think it is pretty hard to find a person with whom one can get along immaculately, and if one finds one it is a treasure indeed!

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  3. humbirdMarch 9, 2014 at 7:50 PM

    Glad they get along no matter what ! :)

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  4. Irish GumboMarch 9, 2014 at 9:36 PM

    Like.

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  5. LolamouseMarch 9, 2014 at 9:43 PM

    Perfect! No relationship ever is like the kitchen magnets. Better to see the reality than to be repeatedly disappointed.

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  6. Brian MillerMarch 9, 2014 at 11:19 PM

    its best to know what you are not...and if each lives a riched life seperately...better to go that route than try to force it together and leave both miserable...just saying...

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  7. Sumana RoyMarch 9, 2014 at 11:30 PM

    it's much better to move on that way...love the lighthouse and daisy comparisons...

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  8. Sherry Blue SkyMarch 9, 2014 at 11:35 PM

    I, too, loved the lighthouse and daisy lines......great awareness in this poem. Loved it.

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  9. UnknownMarch 9, 2014 at 11:42 PM

    It's sad people become strangers sometimes. I like nor was i your brave daisy
    bursting through suffocating pavement.

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  10. WayneMarch 10, 2014 at 1:49 AM

    Nicely done..thanks. For sharing

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  11. Kathryn DycheMarch 10, 2014 at 11:53 AM

    Very cool write, love the lighthouse and daisy references.

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  12. Vodka MomMarch 10, 2014 at 9:21 PM

    I'll be your brave daisy......if you'll be my sunshine.


    LOVE IT ALL

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  13. rallentandaMarch 10, 2014 at 11:03 PM

    Not all relationships are the same. I relate to the ones that are not cliches. Enjoyed this clever little poem.

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  14. maritMarch 11, 2014 at 1:45 PM

    real life relationships are often much different than our cookie cutter expectations. great poem

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  15. HelenMarch 11, 2014 at 1:45 PM

    My first instinct is to sing 'shall we dance' ... nice Rene.

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  16. Tess KincaidMarch 12, 2014 at 3:47 PM

    Or even onions...unexpected quirk...I like...

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  17. Silent Otto March 13, 2014 at 7:27 AM

    In sickness and in health , poverty or wealth !

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