I must have dozed for a while
In my favorite reading chair.
The book on my lap
Open on a page read
But not remembered.
The sunlight, its day’s work done,
Does a parting farewell dance
Between photographs and objects,
While listening to their stories
Of paths taken or ignored
Things said and regretted,
Of tales of this and that,
And of how and why and when
We chose things, big and small.
Like our children’s names
Or the color of a jacket.
Outside, a Robin,
Blessed with lightness,
Unaware of its importance,
Accomplishes its purpose
With simplicity and candor.
Unconcerned that his song
Is being muffled a bit
By the rumble of faraway cars.
On my desk, a fountain pen
Inherited from a dear friend,
Reminds me of a time
When the future seemed boundless
Daring me to make sense of it.
As if I could!
The walls slowly change color
From orange to pink,
And finally to a dull purple.
They kindly encourage me
To prepare for another day.
Smiling, I leave the room
Gently closing the door behind me.
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Author:
Dasim (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A call to myself to remember that life is contained in the things surrounding us.
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Comments4
May each new day be filled with happiness.
Andy
Thank you and the very same to you.
Your'e back! Disappeared there for a while...
An easy comfortable travel through early evening which I experienced to the full.
Mine a small attractive Bakelite container. Not quite the same, but the past still full of questions...
Regards Dave
Just disappeared for a few days. Lots of work and little inspiration!
No, it was the appearance of this poem, it's disappearance for perhaps an hour and then return. Just wondered if a glitch in system - no big deal.
Dave
Awesome
Beautiful
I loved this
Thank you. I am glad you enjoyed it.
a captivating read from one end to the other ...
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