Slow As . . .

Written for:  Miz Quickly - November 1:  Hopping November


Take a deep breath. Hold it. Hold it. Now, slowly, counting in your mind
let it out. Think about slow, the word. How it takes a while to say, but comes out easily. Slow can be devastating, but not today. Today, slow is easy.

Slugs are slow,
nothing to be in
a hurry about.  Where
does it have to be?
No one tells a slug
to slow down.

Molasses is
the epitome  
of slow, but
the reward 
of cookies, 
or d
on hot cereal 
is worth the wait.

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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7 Responses to Slow As . . .

  1. Misky says:

    I like how you cemented that drizzle in place!


  2. Jules says:

    Slow is the conversation you have with those who have no short term memories.
    They repeat the same statements, and you wonder if they actually remember you.
    But breath in slowly. Remember they once cradled you with love.


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