Pythian Games

How Can I?

Posted in A Poem a Day by Bo on June 6th, 2007

Sun rays weave a luminosity on my desk,
flickering, dancing in technicolor.
How can I pay the bills when my finger
is tracing the patterns of light?

Birds breakfasting at the feeder,
chirping their morning psalms.
How can I answer the ringing phone
when I am listening to a symphony?

Winds whirling through the air
Whispering in the trees and ruffling grasses.
How can I hang sheets and underwear on the line
when I am lying in the grass, dreaming?

Sun shining, birds singing,
wind blowing, me dreaming?
Now that is satisfaction.
100% guaranteed!

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  1. lois daley said, on June 6th, 2007 at 1:30 pm

    I have a seat under my Lemon Tree
    Today with the sun shining
    I am wont to dig up a dead tree
    I sit for awhile
    with my cup of coffee
    Jessie Dog at my feet
    lying on the tough Buffalo grass

    It must be done today I tell myself
    The collection is on Thursday
    they only come once a month
    I am up and walking
    toward the the big shovel
    with the yellow handle
    So when I lose it in the garden
    I can find find it easily.

    I spray all the tools so I don’t
    misplace, or lose them
    It can take more time
    to find lost garden implements
    than the job in hand.

    The sun on my back is a delight
    A warm feeling
    not experienced from a water bottle
    or heat pack….
    I tell myself
    Healing properties and
    hard manual work
    Go together…

    I have convinced myself
    My foot pushes the shovel
    into the soft sea sand
    which is this way
    because I am close to the beach .
    Not hard to dig
    It’s just me making excuses

    Lois (Muse of the Sea) 6.6.07

    ,

  2. Anne said, on June 6th, 2007 at 2:24 pm

    Fog heavy on my body
    I breathe deeply
    Into the idea of morning

    Stretching the life of me
    To fit my skin
    I offer gratitude to
    Spirits of the East

    Who rise
    Bearing gifts
    Of infinite possibility

    – Anne

  3. shewolfy728 said, on June 6th, 2007 at 2:55 pm

    Mornings, springtime, planting- they all go together in wonder.

  4. marimann said, on June 6th, 2007 at 2:58 pm

    How can I write when
    the world calls me to sing, dance, play
    write sing write dance write
    play

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