This Day

The world outside,
so far beyond
my cup of tea.

This one last yawn
before I rise
to live this day,

accepting all
the hours unfold,
grasping the minutes
I might hold
while traveling, bodaciously,
as I grow old.

The tea leaves
in my gentle cup
lie quietly,

as dawn shifts
softly in the air -
I am this day.

About This Poem

Last Few Words: Being present.

Style/Type: Structured: Western

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Country/Region: United States

Favorite Poets: I tend to read Ted Kooser, Jim Harrison, Billy Collins, Paul Simon, Robert Frost. I like minimalist poetry, and poems reflecting on nature and Mother Earth.

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Comments

Rula

1 month 2 weeks ago

Dearest Lavender

You never disappoint your reader, (I)
with your lively tips that you always add.
I feel the tenderness of the protagonist.
Very gentle.
Thank you for sharing dear.

Lavender

1 month 1 week ago

Hello, Rula,

Sometimes I have to really concentrate on the present moment - this was one of those times.
As always, thank you for reading. I'm so grateful to you.
Lx

Leslie

1 month 1 week ago

L

THIS SEEMED TO ME AN EXISTENTIALIST POEM AND I CAN TELL THAT YOU ARE AT PEACE WITH LIFE AND YOURSELF. I ALSO KNOW IN MY HEART OF HEARTS WHERE YOU ARE HEADED. GREAT PIECE, BY A WONDERFUL PERSON.

Lavender

1 month 1 week ago

Hello, John,

Sometimes I need to really concentrate and be in the moment. These hard times call for a bit of respite.
Thank you!
L