twenty minutes to write a poem
to stop and think and scribe
to create an etude, a vignette
from daily life,
minutea
teapot sits
still warm
rendolent
of terraces
of camelias
in foreign lands
crumbs sit in clusters
on the worn pine table
survivors of the toast and jam war
underneath the tuxedo cat
basks in a sliver of stainedglassgreen sunlight
hopeful of something wonderful
the clattering of the boychild
can be heard, akin to rollerblading rhino's
as he prepares for another day of learning
I sit, running fingertip around teacup lip
as I contemplate procrastination
with regard to all things domestic
outside, the world reverberates
as some one begins to cut grass
and the the Beach Boys sing Kokomo
Dec 5, 2016
Dec 5, 2016 at 3:54 PM UTC
twenty minutes to write a poem
to stop and think and scribe
to create an etude, a vignette
from daily life,
minutea
teapot sits
still warm
rendolent
of terraces
of camelias
in foreign lands
crumbs sit in clusters
on the worn pine table
survivors of the toast and jam war
underneath the tuxedo cat
basks in a sliver of stainedglassgreen sunlight
hopeful of something wonderful
the clattering of the boychild
can be heard, akin to rollerblading rhino's
as he prepares for another day of learning
I sit, running fingertip around teacup lip
as I contemplate procrastination
with regard to all things domestic
outside, the world reverberates
as some one begins to cut grass
and the the Beach Boys sing Kokomo
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