“It is life’s work to recognize the mystery of the obvious”
– Jim Harrison
Your laugh a blurry yawn –
I’m so nearsighted you are always
your beautiful best each morning
as you push me out of bed
Yet my eyes have the gift of
near sight –
Husbandry the myopia
of close study and closer calls
That look, too close
for comfort
Such when I roll back towards you
within a whisper of your lips
A semiquaver of your eyes’
plainsong light
I see how love and the world
collapse
qbit 
Clever trick in the title(s) of this; out-smarting WP. Those center two stanzas with closer call and too close for comfort, are the mystery in the obvious. Plainsong – nice word choice. Well done!
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I didn’t plan that about the title, just the way it worked when I changed it. But I see that now, lol! Myopia. Thanks!
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Ssst – you’re line here is : “So glad you caught that! I worked hard to make it happen. Terribly intentional, you know?” Rolling, and … action!
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“That look, too close // for comfort… I see how love and the world // collapse” Implied fear of intimacy the way I read it – on the part of the poet narrator. Seeing plainsong light in her gaze – spiritual connotations (or the book that takes place in eastern Colorado)? An enigmatic poem – if looked at too closely and for too long. Great write!
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Thanks!! Was hoping it would come in and out of focus.
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Enough so to give one vertigo… or at the very least a mild case of the spins.
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The thought of waking up like this sounds like perfection
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I love, ‘plainsong light’.
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Thanks!!
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Really like your title. Lovely poem, too.
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Thank you so much!
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