For those who studied the great Poet from New Jersey, William Carlos Williams, and shared in his quest to write about subject matter that concentrated on everyday circumstances of life, and being passionate about the life and lives of everyday people,
I share this one. Enjoy poetry by reading aloud!
Today
Like every day
I wake
Roll over
Notice my
My wife has
left earlier than
Me for work
For a moment
I sleep on her side
Smelling her scent
On the pillow
I shower
Brush my teeth
Look in the mirror
In my
Closet I start
Staring at
My shirts
My pants
I try to
Decide
on a color
I sit on the bed
to put on my
Socks
I have placed a photo
Of my father
Down by my end table
Under a book
That shows us
Being happy
I dress
Make my
Way downstairs
Open the front
Door and
Drink coffee
I walk
To the train
wait at the end
By myself
It's cold today
I cover my head
Dream that I could be
Somewhere else
But on this train line
It seems disturbing
To see
tree limbs
Swamp land
Graffiti on concrete
Walls
downed
Power lines
And
Common
Reeds
Persist
I see shadows
I feel my soul
I know
I'm late
Again
no one cares
I figure
I will go on
Working
In solitude
And constant dredging
tired
Of viewing this
Toxic land
And grotesque
Water
Where
There is no ability
To grow
Or feel
how normal
This is
Nov 21, 2017
Nov 21, 2017 at 11:03 AM UTC
For those who studied the great Poet from New Jersey, William Carlos Williams, and shared in his quest to write about subject matter that concentrated on everyday circumstances of life, and being passionate about the life and lives of everyday people,
I share this one. Enjoy poetry by reading aloud!
Today
Like every day
I wake
Roll over
Notice my
My wife has
left earlier than
Me for work
For a moment
I sleep on her side
Smelling her scent
On the pillow
I shower
Brush my teeth
Look in the mirror
In my
Closet I start
Staring at
My shirts
My pants
I try to
Decide
on a color
I sit on the bed
to put on my
Socks
I have placed a photo
Of my father
Down by my end table
Under a book
That shows us
Being happy
I dress
Make my
Way downstairs
Open the front
Door and
Drink coffee
I walk
To the train
wait at the end
By myself
It's cold today
I cover my head
Dream that I could be
Somewhere else
But on this train line
It seems disturbing
To see
tree limbs
Swamp land
Graffiti on concrete
Walls
downed
Power lines
And
Common
Reeds
Persist
I see shadows
I feel my soul
I know
I'm late
Again
no one cares
I figure
I will go on
Working
In solitude
And constant dredging
tired
Of viewing this
Toxic land
And grotesque
Water
Where
There is no ability
To grow
Or feel
how normal
This is
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