Poem: Four Days Without Poetry

Four Days Without Poetry

Four days
without poetry,
not a word read,
not a phrase written,
not a single intimate whisper
in the depths of your mind,

four days
building shelves,
moving boxes,
hauling trash,
steady, sweaty work

necessary work,
progress,
satisfying,
but when you are finished,
and you lay down,

your heart opens
and the words flow like a winter's snow
melting in spring, feelings
of love, of peace, of hope
and promise, grateful
for the poetry of life.

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It really was that kind of weekend - lots of good work done and not a bit of verse, until this morning.

The picture was taken in Pawlet, VT last winter. You can click on it for a larger version.

Tom