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')

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29 April 2014


We settle down on the bed again after breakfast, 
we three, the cats and me, all of us elderly now 
and free to indulge — though they are freer than me, 
and can stay here all day if they will, and in fact they will
until I give them their lunch (the small dry biscuits 
that keep their teeth clean and strong) after which 
they'll wander outdoors awhile, now that the weather's autumnal: 
cooler than the worst heat of summer and not yet chilly winter 

whereas I, when I finish the coffee I brought back to bed, 
and finish this morning's poem, shall rise at once 
to go out into the world — where, too, I am settled, 
into my familiar lifestyle: the small town, 
the old and new friends, the little cafés, 
the trees and the nearby river.  

April Poem A Day 2014, day 28: a settled poem

Based on the “Stretching the Sentence” exercise by William Wenthe in Wingbeats: Exercises & Practice in Poetry (Dos Gatos Press, 2011)

1 comment:

  1. Beautiful, I love the peaceful image you create here.