Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Drag, Mumble, Penetrate for 3WW

I wake up at 5:30
that inner alarm
clock still buzzing

me awake in school mode.
No need to drag myself
out of bed, though.

No need to hurry.
No preparations to make.
I get up, anyway,

sit in my robe
watch the sun penetrate
the pine trees,

listen to it mumble
sweet nothings
into the ears

of the morning.
Today, I will hang
laundry on the line,

play golf with a good friend,
write a poem,
check my balance

for a retirement deposit,
and let the hours
fill my teacup with freedom.


jaerose said...

I can imagine you stretching your toes as you sip your need to hurry this morning..must be a little difficult..but that retirement pot will be full of good things..Jae

Laurie Kolp said...

You'll get used to it... you've worked hard for these pleasures. Maybe you can sub sometimes.

mindsinger said...

I read both poems on this page. The first, I appreciated, the second I wept over. You said it so well.

Bethe77 said...

Sounds wonderful! Retirement!

Sheilagh Lee said...

enjoy every moment.

Kim Nelson said...

Ahh... the good life!

Shauna said...

Sounds relaxing as a lullaby.

Andy Sewina said...

Golf sounds good!

Stu Pidasso said...

The ease felt reading about such a lazy day was sweet. Your's is the picture I see when I dream of my own retirement; golf with a friend, watching the sunrise and doing odd semi-important chores.

The Games That Children Play said...

Truly i admire your creativity... Good work!

Madeleine Begun Kane said...

What lovely verse!

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You write fabulous poetry/stories,

Please check out short story slam week 9 today.

Hope to see you around.


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