Untitled (a poet’s dilemma)

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.’

 

 

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Posted for Poems in April @ Real Toads

& on Monday Writes @ My Blog – Verses 

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22 Responses

  1. Kerry says:

    Each stanza portrays the wisdom of the quoted words very clearly.

  2. gillena says:

    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…

  3. paul scribbles says:

    Easter’s Blessing upon your little tortoise. There is no haste.

  4. De Jackson says:

    Love this, Sanaa.

  5. a lovely soft and pondering poem

  6. You display all the permutations of the dilemma – and in the end, if not exactly resolved, it is come to terms with.

  7. grapeling says:

    words don’t always bleed. sometimes they simmer ~

  8. Jim says:

    An appropriate poem for most all of us. Wisdom spills here. Plus a nudge for us to visit the refrigerator.
    ..

  9. Choices are crossroads’ I manage a smile… so true

  10. Isadora Gruye says:

    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!

  11. paul scribbles says:

    Be the Tortoise 😉

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