Writing Day Poem by Randy Resh

She far watching me as I write
tapping these lines
ignoring side glances

It's now close to seven at night
and we have yet
to start breakfast cooking

My blinders are on kettle cold
only tepid thing

about us being

her first poet I am told
second artist
reassuring novice

But she likes to watch me working
comfort claiming
my mistress accepting

Today for grace a day writing
pulse permissive
as her shoulder tapping's



copyright Randy Resh 2008