ADORATION, for Dorothy
Not only have you read Bob Christin's poetry here (For My Daughter),
but you've also read the poetry of the Virginia writers he mentors (I
won't name them for fear of accidentally omitting anyone—they are
poets far too good to offend! Take this time to explore the poemblog
and you will find their fabulous work strewn about the entries.). Bob
is a retired English professor who has also taught creative writing at
the Adult Learning Center in Virginia Beach, VA. He is working on a
literary memoir in addition to writing poems, short stories, and
essays. Read more at his blog.
But for now, just concentrate on this divine love poem, written for his
late wife. I am happy that she got to hear him read this to her before
she died. Its beauty and honesty will touch your heart and lodge in
your mind, and maybe, just maybe, it will inspire you to attach
soul-felt language to your feelings for someone special today.
ADORATION, for Dorothy
By Bob Christin
You must have been uneasy
during courtship
by my adoring you,
turning your brown-
shingled house into
a shrine where I came
to worship.
I was starved
for affection when we met,
had for years longed for
a response like yours.
From the desert your house
looked like a church,
and you like a goddess.
When we scraped against
each other long enough,
my sight improved, you became
more human. I moved from
worship into love,
from the shrine to a house.
But I must be honest.
I still keep a memory of you
in a tabernacle I built,
and whenever I kissed you
I left your house
and solid ground.
ADORATION, for Dorothy
By Bob Christin
You must have been uneasy
during courtship
by my adoring you,
turning your brown-
shingled house into
a shrine where I came
to worship.
I was starved
for affection when we met,
had for years longed for
a response like yours.
From the desert your house
looked like a church,
and you like a goddess.
When we scraped against
each other long enough,
my sight improved, you became
more human. I moved from
worship into love,
from the shrine to a house.
But I must be honest.
I still keep a memory of you
in a tabernacle I built,
and whenever I kissed you
I left your house
and solid ground.
Posted by Annmarie at 9/27/2009 11:33 PM 
Categories: today's words, dedication
Tags: Dorothy Bob Christin courtship love worship wife
Categories: today's words, dedication
Tags: Dorothy Bob Christin courtship love worship wife
Wow, this is lovely. I especially love the ending which is simply beautiful and says so much in so few words.
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A remarkable love poem, from a remarkable poet.
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I love, "When we scraped against each other long enough, my sight became improved,you became more human..."
A lovely tribute, Bob.
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Thank you for your sweet and welcome comment on my poem for Dorothy.
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