Reverie
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
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
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.
12 comments:
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.
I sometimes think that all is brighter when a reverie...
Maybe it was screams and runny noses less that cuteness of kittenw
Thanks so much Sherry!
Thanks Bjorn, your words are true.
This reverie seems so very real. I feel as if I could step right into your poem!
Everyday experiences can be the most beautiful.
Ah yes, we come back to find we have been on auto pilot
Thank you Mary.
Thank you Rosemary, maybe because it is what we share?
I think that is right. Thank you KB.
This feels so true to me. Beautiful, meditative piece.
Thank you, Mama Zen.
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