I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world,
to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')


Some of these poems are autobiographical, some are entirely fictional, and some are a mixture of both. The intention is art rather than self-expression. I don't allow factual details to get in the way of poetry! (I do seek emotional truth.)

They are works in progress, and may be subject to revision without notice. Completed versions appear in my books. Nevertheless copyright applies to all texts found here.
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29 July 2010

Before Bed

The door is shut.
The kitchen light is out.
The dishes are done
and the cats are fed.
My man has already
retired for the night.

I’ve finished another
piece of proofreading,
answered one question
in a psychic reading
to be sent by email,
and fobbed off a late caller.

I get into my nightie,
pour a glass of port
and sink into the poem
of today’s happiness,
again relishing
the small and ordinary.


8 Days of Happiness: 5 / Six Sentences

2 comments:

  1. Lovely as usual. A peek into your life, that soothes and inspires. A pleasure to read and a gift to the reader.

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  2. And that comment is a lovely gift to the writer! Thank you.

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