The morning is green
freckled with gold and blue
as I sit under the exclamation points
of pine trees
on this, the last Monday
of summer vacation.
Wooden clothespins
look like gymnasts
holding handstands
on uneven parallel bars.
An American flag
waves at the sun.
The silence
of chirping birds.
Then my husband wakes up,
turns on the TV,
and fills the silent spaces
with his questions
that batter like bats
obliterating the beauty.
I stop writing my poem
and begin to make breakfast.
13 comments:
Wonderful poem in the moment Linda.
I tried, but my moments are spent watching Tropical Storm Fay right now.
I think I would go quickly mad if I lived in a house where the TV was always on... such a distraction! Glad you were able to enjoy this beautifully peaceful moment first!
Yes, we must reserve special moments in our own imagination, taking ourselves away from the world.
Fluidity of moments...
Liked it.
plunging in the tunneled abyss
Oh how I know this feeling well.... I have often read the same line fifteen times because of it! Well put!
Hugs Sherrie
I can relate to the peacefulness of early mornings when everybody else is asleep. And then when everybody wakes up it all goes away in an instant. You do a great job re-creating the quiet moments before and the sudden stop…
Footnote:
I am really curious, but what were you expecting when you read my attempt?
great capture of a moment! i especially like comparison of wooden clothespins and gymnasts because well, i'm kinda obsessed with the olympics, particularly gymnastics! :)
I like the reference to gymnasts and also the exclamation points of pine trees. Very well observed and full of detail
Wow, what wonderful metaphors, the pines, the clothespins, you drew me into the moment, into your domestic scene of waking. Great writing.
I think the format of this poem fits perfectly with your choice of words!!
And even some stanzas made me laugh because of the Olympics fever going on, too.
Wonderful! I simply enjoyed this poem.
Also, I thank you so much for visiting my poetry journal on Livejournal! :)
I love the sudden shift in this. The language in the first half, where you describe your moment, is lovely - loved "freckled with gold and blue" the use of freckled instead of something like speckled is so fresh.
Wow, I loved this. What imagery! I was right there.
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