I sit thick
and muddled
and not at all winsome and light
like I wanted to be when I woke this morning.
Sitting in the warm beam
of a cold sun,
I put pen to paper
and poetry sprouts-
not prose as I wished for-
but a lithe tendril
spools from the end of the pen,
twirling quietly and slowly,
until a small leaf unfurls,
winsome
and green.
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Observations from the Ozarks
🙂 this is truly beautiful, Kathleen! so glad I finally decided to sit down this morning and catch up on reading!!
Thanks for responding like that, Kathleen. I see the scene clearly: a winter sun, its pale beam providing just enough warmth for a person’s comfort, and (vitally) enough for sees of poetry to germinate.
It’s a lovely poem.
Like others, I greatly enjoyed this and have read it several times. It really takes off with that image of the poem spooling tendrils from your pen.
(Tiny query: a warm beam from a cold sun? Not important).
Thank you, John. I always appreciate your thoughtful reading of my poetry.
I know that line still needs some work. It was an attempt to bring the reader to my table where I write- an icy January morning, bright with sun, its light streaming through the window, casting a warm beam where I sit at my table, pen in hand. 🙂
I Love the unfurling of that tender little leaf. And dont worry – the prose will come, some days we need to take a break. Today was that for me…….
I like the image of the tendril growing from the point of the pen!
Reflagging this to my writers’ group, several of whom are poets. I love this.
Thanks, Judith!
Awesome poem Kathleen! 😊💕 I could feel the muted warm of a cold sun shining through my window as my spiritual vision conjured images of a tiny little branch twisting out from the pen onto the paper and sprouting leaves as it grew and soon filled the paper with leaves and flowers. You are a Jedi Poet Master….. and I am the student😊
Thank you, Keith – the Jedi reference made me laugh out loud! So happy you like the poem 🙂
You haven’t written a poem that I haven’t liked Kathleen😊💕 Your poetry is heartfelt, imaginative and feels like a long time best friend. You make a lot of people happy
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