Thursday, March 24, 2022

Tea at 5:00 pm

 

i leave this familiar abode

in the morning, time moving fast-

the train


noisily chugging across tracks 

behind city streets, underground

tunnels


in the dim lights, my mind wanders

to summer nights when blue rules - sky 

and lake -


slow the sunset tides, slow the burn 

of sands & fading music - bell

rings - stop! -


her fingers are now tapping time-

billable hours, accounting

minutes-


she becomes the clock in the room

tallying with her purse until 

it's time


to head west, passing by strangers-

time moves slow as a sweeper's broom

slow as 


stitched tulip.  trees are calling.  house

is warm tea, inviting.   i meet-

myself




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13 comments:

  1. This is absolutely exquisite, Grace! I especially love; "she becomes the clock in the room tallying with her purse until it's time."❤️❤️

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  2. Oh I love the journey into that efficient office and then back into the self of being home. Knowing that we have worked from home for such a long time that separation is within my grasp.

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  3. Yes indeed you nailed it

    Much💜love

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  4. This is excellent Grace! Eonderful! 🙂✌🏼❤️

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  5. That was very subtly done, meeting for a satisfyingly clever ending..

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  6. Grace, your poem deserves multiple reads! Tea at the close of workday …. Sigh.

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  7. Meet myself ---- it casts a warm light on the whole poem.

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  8. How wonderfully done. "i meet myself" such a satisfying ending.

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  9. beautiful, and -wow- that ending was totally unexpected for me, Grace!

    Sincerely,
    David [ben Alexander]

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