A quiet thing - free verse
|Sorting through my too cluttered desk
I spy a decorative card-
One of fond appreciation,
Encouragement and kind 'thank you'.
High-pitched barking from my spaniel
Reminds me it’s his dinnertime;
Trying hard to write this poem
And trying hard not to rhyme – oops!
Soft yarn on a hand-knit sweater
waits for my granddaughter to wear
Labor of love and now finished
For her, navy wears white flowers;
Glaring from an office corner
Stands worn bag of unsorted mail
Why did I let it go so long?
To write, to knit, to write, of course!
My daily ordinary life
Is not exciting, rather tame,
Simple creative poesy.
"It’s a quiet thing," Sondheim wrote;