By Corey Amaro.
Church bells and the aroma of freshly baked
cafe au lait bowls set out the night before ready for
White towels and steamed up bathroom
Clef perfume on my wrists.
Fluffed up pillows, making up the
kiss on each side of the cheeks to each of my loved
Neighbours cat’s daily stroll through our
Turning on the computer visiting
Bare feet tucked underneath
Glasses that slip off my
jeans, woollen turtleneck, and a scarf wrapped around my
hum of the washing machine.
never ending heap of ironing made enjoyable by
Burst of creativity in the song of
Traffic jams softened by
tooth cravings that hound me.
Searching for the word in
calling my husband.
Waiting for the morning sunlight,
come through the dining room window so I can take a
daily rituals of living, are not the rules of routine, they are the touches of
passion that keep the heart beating.
*This is the first in a series of posts from the unique and beautiful Corey Amaro from Tongue In Cheek. I give her a word (ritual) and she provides us with the closest thing to poetry any of us ever come close to in our weblogs. I truly hope you love her work as much as I do, because it is an honour to have her here writing at