Today's Agenda

I have in my favor a bright morning sun
Shining into my window, a lack of ambition,
The drone of the dishwasher drowning out
All other sounds, and the time, and the urge,
To make poetry. My lover's gone. The snow,
Alas, isn't. I don't give a damn. I've grown
Tired of sadness. I'll sit as the rays slowly
Roll to the south. Once they're not in the window,
I'll get up and leave to do something worthwhile,
Or so I will claim, when, in fact, what I'll
Most likely do is kill time until I find the sun
And a warm place to sit on the opposite side
Of the house.




Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-03-11 at 14:41

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