Our good friend Bibek's recent unrhymed sonnet made me try the form. (His poem is indubitably and incalculably better than my effort below!)
It is restorative to sit. Just sit.
Accepting this small moment as it is.
My neighbour (no serene contemplative)
Screaming into her phone. With what result?
A twenty-minute tirade, minimum.
Lawn mower blares and drones as Dennis cuts
The shaggy grass of the esplanade outside.
It is restorative to drink cold water
And to let healing happen. Let the mind
Enjoy its one-day break from obligations,
Rejoice in leisure bordering on boredom.
Restorative to let go, to let be.
To still the soul until its stillness grows
And fructifies to something like a prayer.
Poetry by Thomas DeFreitas
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Written on 2018-09-14 at 15:58
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