Sunday, November 4, 2018

Reverie/the sunday whirl #375 -- poets united poets pantry

The morning pink
Above the horizon
The mountains a misty blue
All is quiet and still

No breeze blows
It is as if the world
Is holding her breath
Lost in her dreams

The child sings a song of her own
Attentive to the soft kitten
Petting her gently
Mother stirs the eggs

Prepares breakfast
In her mind
She dreams
Of the long drive home

The past rolls before her
Like a movie
The child tugs on her skirt
She returns to the kitchen

As though for the first time
To find her hands have
Completed the task
She puts breakfast on the table

November 4, 2018

Wordle 375:  Note:  runny, find, corn, spray  These are the words I didn’t use.


Sherry Blue Sky said...

You have captured exactly how reverie takes us away, and how we are brought back to the present to find we have been working automatically. Love that "long road home" line.

brudberg said...

I sometimes think that all is brighter when a reverie...
Maybe it was screams and runny noses less that cuteness of kittenw

annell4 said...

Thanks so much Sherry!

annell4 said...

Thanks Bjorn, your words are true.

Mary said...

This reverie seems so very real. I feel as if I could step right into your poem!

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Everyday experiences can be the most beautiful.

KB said...

Ah yes, we come back to find we have been on auto pilot

annell4 said...

Thank you Mary.

annell4 said...

Thank you Rosemary, maybe because it is what we share?

annell4 said...

I think that is right. Thank you KB.

Mama Zen said...

This feels so true to me. Beautiful, meditative piece.

annell4 said...

Thank you, Mama Zen.

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