Pause I

I drift off
to the dream room
dad sways lightly in a rocking chair
with a cup of espresso
free from hustle and worries
I open the casket with imagination
music seeps from the radio
Alti streches lazily
we all grab happy
the last moment
of this summer



Poetry by Anna Banasiak
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Written on 2022-08-16 at 17:29

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Your poem has been chosen to be featured on the home page of PoetBay. Thank you for posting on our poetry website!
2022-08-29


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
I love mood pieces such as this.
2022-08-21


Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
Anna, I confess that after several enjoyable reads of you poem, that word 'casket' has me mystified. I love poetry that requires the reader to think about it, and this is an excellent example of that genre.
Allen
2022-08-16


D G Moody
A good concise use of words, conveying the lazy summer passing.
2022-08-16