Tick tock tick tock. I observe as the clock
above hums the storm that brews within.
‘Pull your socks up,’ I reprimand myself.
The sky above a shade of periwinkle blue,
reminds me, day is fresh as morning dew.
‘Choices are crossroads’ I manage a smile.
Scent of apple butter and double espresso
revives from a long day’s work and ruined
hopes. ‘Remember, slow and steady, wins
the race.’
‘and writing is when words bleed on page.’
Photo credits: Pinterest
Posted for Poems in April @ Real Toads
& on Monday Writes @ My Blog – Verses
Each stanza portrays the wisdom of the quoted words very clearly.
Thank you so much, Kerry 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Self reproach is sometimes the best guidance to the soul’s journey
Easter Blessings Sanaa. Thank you for linking to Monday WRites this morning
Much love…
Thank you so much, Gillena 😀 so good to see you ❤️
Easter Blessings to you too ❤️ Much love….
Easter’s Blessing upon your little tortoise. There is no haste.
Thank you so much, Paul 🙂 so good to see you ❤️
Love this, Sanaa.
Thank you so much, De 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
a lovely soft and pondering poem
Thank you so much, Laura ? so glad you liked it ❤
You display all the permutations of the dilemma – and in the end, if not exactly resolved, it is come to terms with.
Thank you so much, Rosemary 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
words don’t always bleed. sometimes they simmer ~
Thank you so much, Michael 🙂 so good to see you ❤️
An appropriate poem for most all of us. Wisdom spills here. Plus a nudge for us to visit the refrigerator.
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Thank you so much, Jim 😀 so good to see you ❤️
Choices are crossroads’ I manage a smile… so true
Thank you so much, Susie 😀 so good to see you ❤️
This poem grows in such a small space. I like the story that spirals through out and how the narrator finds solace in making sully on the page. Thanks for posting and viva la!
Thank you so much, Isadora 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Be the Tortoise 😉
Definitely ❤️ thanks for stopping by, Paul 🙂