An Afternoon

Written for:  Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads – “Of Muse and Me”  (posted by Sanaa)
Paper, pen, ideas.. and suddenly our mind goes blank! There are times when we get so caught up with life that we don’t get enough time to write. The muse is a fickle fiend which needs to be tickled every now and then. So today I want you guys to go out and breathe in your surroundings. Sit back and relax in a nearby cafe and grab a cup of coffee or tea with a friend. As Francis Bacon wisely states; “Write down the thoughts of the moment. Those that come unsought for are commonly the most valuable.”

The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible. ~Vladimir Nabakov

White egret stands alone,
emerald-headed ducks file
through the water, touched
by afternoon sun. My aunt sits
t an umbrellaed table

in a wheelchair
surrounded  by family.
But her hearing and sight
have dimmed.   She look apart,
alone as the white egret.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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6 Responses to An Afternoon

  1. Jim says:

    I can see her now.
    She is alone in a crowded world, with her family.
    But if she is like my MIL, she’s sitting tall and proud.


  2. Oh this is so poignant! I like the description of “alone as the white egret” .. such a beautiful and deep write!


  3. ZurkPoetry says:

    So beautiful, your aunt and the egret.


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