Lazy Poet’s Lament
Photo courtesy of Llano Lodge
Lazy Poet’s Lament
Waking from prescription sleep,
I move through molasses to the window.
Entranced by the fog, fields
smudged and damp with not-quite-vapor,
“I’ll write,” I think, anticipating
peace on a page.
But I’m too slow. By the time coffee’s ready
my cocoon
is desiccated by sunrise,
swept away by wind,
housekeepers hell-bent
on tidying up the morning.
Harsh new clarity exposes
neglected chores that glitter with guilt.
A strand of spider-spun silk
arcs gently in the breeze,
an elegant tether from tree to earth.
Screw it.
I smile and put pen to paper.
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Aug 17, 2013 @ 19:05:22
This is such a beautiful poem. I found it by chance and I’m so glad I did.Thank you for sharing 🙂 xo
Sep 03, 2013 @ 09:51:29
Thanks, Laura. I’m so glad you enjoyed it.