The 50-Year Question


“I have a question…”


“You haven’t even heard my question.”

“It’s always the same one, you know the answer.”

“I shouldn’t have to ask…and wouldn’t, if you were more expressive.”

At the stoplight, his rheumy eyes spoke impatience, frustration, yet his voice was gentle:  “Fifty years ago I asked you to marry me…I’m sure I said ‘I love you’, and I haven’t changed my mind—you fell in love with a quiet guy…now, do you want to eat at the Chinese place, or Pancake House?”

©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations, 2020 ~ All rights reserved.


Ah, Celtic Romance (3LineTales)

Three Line Tales, Week 215

photo by Gabriel Ramos via Unsplash


Throughout their life together they couldn’t afford much of a vacation, so she always told him, “let’s just drive to the beach”.

He loved her for that, and had saved up for something special to celebrate their 40th anniversary… “how about Hawaii?” he offered.

“How about Ireland,” she countered, grinning… “maybe we’ll run into those Celtic Thunder guys”.

©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations, 2020 ~ All rights reserved.

Strange Power, Love

Strange power love has

Heart can’t breathe, thinking of you

Gone twenty-two years…

Trembling yet, inside my ribs

As though you might walk through door

©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations, 2020 ~ All rights reserved.

Imprisoned (Crimson’s Creative Challenge)

Crimson’s Creative Challenge #66

Imprisoned by love

Within exquisite stone edifice

Heart remains…withering, shivers

Ached with longing, as eyes dim

Murmur last prayer

To glimpse you once more

Passion e’er stays winter’s chill

But renders mind fraught

With a fraying madness

Vespers, your ghost visits

Drifts past cracked window

On midnight wings

Mute mist of tears

Veil ‘tween our worlds

I beg, “take me away with you”

©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations, 2020 ~ All rights reserved.