Ample

Poem:  Ample

 

I miss you

Just want to hug and to kiss you

Carry your bags

And lighten your load

As you light up my life

Although I am going through a crisis that is my midlife!

Is it too soon to ask for your hand in marriage?

Head to our future together in a sail boat, rocket ship or a hackney carriage?

Yes, the plan is for my vintage reach ‘one hundred and twenty’

That sure is ample and not too plenty!

 

 

Review:Ample

Aww, how sweet. Hugs and kisses are being offered at the very start of the poem. I like that very much and I smile. I’m ready to reciprocate and reach out to firmly hug my plump and sumptuous cushion that’s close by but then I pause to question.

Why is this? It is because there’s a strong sense of longing that’s taking place. The poet has missed the other person, and by the looks of, quite a fair bit.

They’ve been apart for some time I’m guessing but for how long? I don’t know. It’s not mentioned. Time indeed has a ‘funny’ way of behaving. To some, twenty years can disappear in a flash and twenty minutes can seem to drag. It’s all down to experiences and perspectives and an unhelpful dose of nostalgia thrown in for good measure. “Oh, those were the good old days” as the old adage goes, but were they really? There’s a reason why things are consigned to the past. It’s been and gone. And it needs to stay gone. “Get on with it and get over it” Is what I once heard a poet say. Wise words. Stay here in the present and live life now is what I’d say.

Not only does the poet wish to demonstrate physical love and affection but the poet wishes to carry bags to ‘lighten’ the other person’s load. A deeper metaphor perhaps? Aww, I’m saying again. What a special person he or she must be as they ‘light up’ the poet’s life. Aww, I’m saying yet again here and I smile some more.

Then I’m met abruptly with a confession from the poet and that is by being honest about experiencing a crisis! (Oh dear, it was going so well up until this point!) What could it be? Financial? Food? Health? FOMO? (fear of missing out) I read on and it’s to do with… ‘that’ process that happens to us all and that is ageing! The poet admits going through a ‘mid life’ crisis.

So, what are the signs of this crisis that is taking place with the poet?

Any impulsive behaviours? Buying a sports car? Bungee jumps? Paragliding? Learning a new language, French or Mandarin for example? Or having a new and fresh and ‘younger’ partner? Are they a sugar daddy or a cougar lady? The list of impulsive behaviours is endless. I’ll leave it there before I get too carried away with imagining “a bungee jumping cougar shouting ‘bonjour, je t’adore!’ at the top of her voice.

Marriage is on the poet’s mind. They want to commit their life to this person that they love.

Is the poet deluded with declaring that they aim to reach a grand old age or do they know something that the rest of us do not?

I enjoyed the rhyming of words ‘hackney carriage’ with ‘marriage’

and words ‘one hundred and twenty’ with ‘plenty’

I love the title “Ample” as it’s referring to the ripe old age of ‘one hundred and twenty as being ‘enough’ They are not desiring more time on this planet. All know that it is an impossible age to reach but I’m reading it as a nonchalant way of declaring everlasting love and commitment. It’s so very smooth and cool.

A fun and heart-warming read where the emotion of love appears to be the strongest. I’d be happy to be invited to the wedding