Got up on a cool morning. Leaned out a window.
No cloud, no wind. Air that flowers held
for awhile. Some dove somewhere.
Been on probation most of my life. And
the rest of my life been condemned. So these moments
count for a lot- peace, you know.
Let the bucket of memory down into the well,
bring it up. Cool, cool minutes. No one
stirring, no plans. Just being there.
This is what the whole thing is about.
yes sometime it is. morning calm the way to start the day
Life presents so many tides, trials and tribulations through out its journey. Still it has much to cherish. Let the bucket of memory down into the well, bring it up. Cool, cool minutes.....
We all live with it: tested to be condemned or sometimes approved. It doesn't feel like freedom. Constant pressure. And such peaceful moments are most welcome.
Being there! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
I really like it I just see the sentences right in front of my eyes
good writing beautiful poem
the morning of the winter was snow white- angelic coolness came refreshed the biting cold mind sun shined the inside warmth
Punctuated, clipped expression with a few moving metaphors. On the whole expresses his appreciation of the existential moment in an appreciable manner. What we are invited to contemplate seems to have more substance than the invitation itself, though that s likely the intent of the author. Nicely done.
My farts smell real bad, for real.