Amy Barlow Liberatore… stories of lost years, wild times, mental variety, faith, and lots of jazz

Tag Archives: First Dates

Poetic Asides asked for poems about Opposites. My friend Pearl Girl is going to post this for me, because their format changed and unfortunately, I cannot offer you their link. But it’s also to be found at Poets United, of course!  Amy

Yeah, Like That’s Gonna Happen (an acrostic)

Over at the bar
Posturing like he’s all that and a bag of chips.
Poster boy for the Stud Club.  The exact
Opposite of what she needs.
Staring at her like she’s a prize filly
In need of the right rider, or at least his
Tether.  She’s got her act together,
Easy to say “no” to his line of
Shit.

© 2011 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil


Our First Actual Date

I fumble pouring beer from the pitcher
We banter:  Work, our daily bread, church
His gentle way assures me that
he doesn’t expect this date to end up in bed

We’re long-time friends, he respects
my role as a single mother, and my kid likes him
Then a simple glance, and we realize
we’re meant for each other

© 2011 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil

Dedicated to my husband and partner of almost 14 years, Lex.
For Three Word Wednesday (words in bold), and the heartbeat my collective work, Poets United.