missing out (or february thaw)
it was a late february morning
I recall it like yesterday
relaxing in the union lounge
black coffee & marlboro lights
I pen senseless poetry
comfortably numb in a window seat
the sun warming my ballpoint
unleashing thoughts onto the notebook
other than the dirty snowpack
it was truly a springlike day
& as I packed up & headed out
to my ten o’clock lecture
I was tempted to remind myself
how much I’ll miss the thaw
november two thousand twenty
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the thaw is life moving ahead
yes, well said, beth
The process of poetry and the thaw, both beautiful flows
thanks so much for visiting again and sharing your thoughts
I can empathize with this. very well-written.
I remember writing a poem similar to this (but not similar at all). I was hoping to find the original (penned circa 1982) but finally gave up my search & ended up writing this one in its place. Thank you for visiting & sharing your thoughts.
I can visualize myself sitting near the window seat and the sun warming my pen (except that we have no snow). Lovely write-up.