Sunday, September 30, 2012

Poem a Day

Autumn Rain

I was not listening to you at breakfast.
The rain had washed my thoughts away.
I had failed the night before to make fast
attention for the coming day.
The tea was hot, the bagel good,
the scent of autumn rain was strong;
but, forgive me for the wrong,
I did not listen as I should.
The words I heard, and understood,
but meanings spaced between the words
were lost; I gazed out on the woods
and memory leaves the rest in blurs.
The tea was hot, the bagel fine,
the scent of autumn rain was strong;
I did not listen and now I long
to go back and hear between the lines.


  1. MrsDarwin9:21 PM

    Congratulations on completing your month of poetry! I looked forward to reading them each day.

    Do you have any further projects in the wings? I hear werewolves are a hot topic these days...

  2. branemrys9:38 PM

     :) So people tell me. There probably will be something lycanthropic going on by the end of the week.

  3. MrsDarwin9:44 PM



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