For The Moment
The temperature outdoors
invites one to stay inside.
stopped for the moment,
and sunlight plays upon the wall
opposite the windows.
Quiet Sunday afternoon;
an overly comfortable couch,
shoes on the floor,
feet up on a hassock,
soft music flowing from the speakers.
You in an oversized chair
with your legs curled under you,
a steaming cup of home-made cocoa in your hands,
another cup on the side table next to me,-
...a hot and dark and sweet change
from the wine of yesterdays.
A cat curled by your side,
another looking over my shoulder,
with a book of favorite poems,
and all the time in the world,
and nothing to be in a hurry about.
The meter and beat and rhythm
of the rhymes leaping into the air from the pages;
the balance and resonance
of the tones of my voice...
for the moment it seems
I have all the wealth I could wish for.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Bipedalguy (220.127.116.11) -- Friday, August 29 2008, 10:51 pm|
Sounds very comfortable, and mellow.
I find that a good snowstorm gives me the perfect excuse to take it easy while I maintain the pretense that I wish I could get out and get some work done. But oh! The weather outside is frightful. It really works!
All in all, a very pleasant read. Great write.
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