It’s not the breadth of his shoulders
Or the warmness of his gut
It’s not the stride of his long legs,
That oh so proud strut
It’s not the coin of his bank
Saved in bunches
To cope with any fallout
From rainy-day punches
Nor is it being held in his strong arms,
A niche for me made so dear
It is his deep rumble of sweet nothings
Whispering everything in my ear
Tonight at dVerse, Björn challenges us to Listen to Lists. Be creative, use any type of list and then write a poem from that list. Let it grow, and be inspired by rhymes and metaphors.
My list is also something of a Not Poem.
dVerse ~ Poets Pub: Meet the Bar & Listen to Lists
Raivenne-lations 
Love that you combined it with negations… we had the negations as a prompt a while back. Some things are just better described by negations.
“Some things are just better described by negations.” That is true, Björn, thanks.
Theres is something called Via Negata, that has been used to describe the divine… we had a prompt on that a while back.
Good list! The best 🙂
Thank you, Jane.
I like how what is most important is his “deep rumble of sweet nothings”.
Very much so. Thank you, Frank.
Those last lines really get to me. What a beautiful poem.
Thank you, Ms Jadeli.
You are welcome, Raivenne.
I liked this one a lot; negations aside, it’s the contrast of the assertions that give it depth and humanity. I loved the /oh so proud strut/ under those wide shoulders; brought back my own youth.
Thank, Glenn.
A list of appreciation for another. A great idea.
Thank you, Ali.
Keep your chin up.
The list of love-words whispered in your ear… how sweet!
Thanks, Rothpoetry.
It’s a lot of years since he’s gone, but I still miss the sound of his “sweet nothings”!
From one who has also travelled that road to another, I hear you. Thanks.
I love this approach of what love is not, but which also because an enumeration of all the things that it is.
And yet it’s only the tip of the iceberg. Thank you, Xan.
Sometimes what it is not is what it is! Love this!
Thanks, Mary.