No sound except
The soft clock ticking
Near the soft couch
With its soft burgundy pillows
Children off at school
Learning all they can
Forget in a weekend
Meeting friends they'll see again
In a few short days.
And I?
No tasks that must be done
No labors left remaining
Nothing necessary
Just myself
My cat
And a warm mug of tea to
Pull me out of panic
And unburden
My heavy mind.
It lightens
Even as I write
Until it is weightless
Drifting into a new adventure
A new world
For the taking
Where panic is invented
Suspense is extreme but unworldly
And the happy ending is all planned out.
The weekend awaits
Smiling
Its arms outstretched to embrace me.
I love it. I am often panicked by not having something I have to do - so I make useless jobs to fill in. Maybe I should write some poetry instead. I used to be good at it.
ReplyDelete:) Yes.
ReplyDeleteI hope it lives up to you expectations.
ReplyDeleteI hope mine does...
I am waiting to be embraced by the weekend. :)
ReplyDeleteI like this a lot.
Your weekends must be more relaxing than mine. I always have a long, long list.
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