Anaphora poem

I wrote this Anaphora poem for my poetry class. I borrowed some things I wrote earlier this semester in our Noises writing spark. This class is the first time I'm doing any poetry (I'm definitely not a poet). I'm trying.

Snapshots

Comfort is children arguing about arguing.

Comfort is the cadence of rush hour traffic floating through the pine trees

And Krispy Kreme smells wafting through the air.

Comfort is the snores of an overweight dog,

Rattling the windows like a nearby train on phantom tracks.

 

Comfort is a cold beer enjoyed on a muggy summer afternoon,

Or a cold winter evening or just about any time.

Comfort is coaches screaming, bands playing, fans fussing.

Comfort is a blank scoreboard.

Comfort is laptop keys clicking.

 

Comfort is kindergarten stories and elementary school hullabaloo.

Comfort is early morning hugs.

Comfort is teenage angst and middle age restlessness,

Meeting together, no longer strangers.

Comfort is closing the bedroom door in the middle of the night.

 

Comfort is still being consumed by the beauty,

of the woman I’m spending my life with.

Comfort is the ring is the thing.

Comfort is cackling and weeping.

Comfort is stillness after trees bending in the wind.

 

Comfort is small talk with neighbors.

Comfort is in-laws being too far away to drop by with no warning,

a moat protecting a castle.

Comfort is microwaveable meals.

Comfort is freshly cut lawns and newly cropped hair.

 

Comfort is dreaming of a random airplane’s destination

As it glides through the cerulean sky.