Jacob,
I loved being drawn into a moment ...a day in life..
Your words made it so easy to be there...
you mention that your mother was an artist? Yet, I do not see any paintings... Perhaps you showed them before i joined Writers Cafe 7 months ago.
Everything in your poem is so so real..The poetry, art, keyboard, cat, freshet mowed lawns and so much more!
Lisa, back from a holiday in Galicia
Posted 2 Years Ago
2 Years Ago
Thank you for your kind words, Lisa...
I have not shown them here....but they are beautiful w.. read moreThank you for your kind words, Lisa...
I have not shown them here....but they are beautiful work.
thanks again,
j.
We are given here a portrait of a moment, the beginning of a new day for a poet. The poetry books "litter the desk in perfect order, (making me think of the floor next to my recliner.' A cat looks out the window at a cardinal singing, "a live special aired just for her (This must be Hank.)." It's a cooler August day. The scene is perfect for writing. Blocks are consigned to yesterdays.
Posted 2 Years Ago
2 Years Ago
Ah, that live special...I like that.
And you remembered Hank...she will appreciate that. read moreAh, that live special...I like that.
And you remembered Hank...she will appreciate that.
was a nice day today....
thank you, John,
j.
Pretty glorious ride with you through the new day. Quite a positive outlook, too, I like the nod to the books as inspiration, very Mary Oliver-like. I just like the whole thing. A pleasant reading after a stressful morning. Thanks.
W.
Somewhere along the way those paintings become the backdrop of our life. This poem fills be with contentment and a desire to read an old paperback on the carport.
Posted 2 Years Ago
2 Years Ago
she really was an excellent artist...she and my dad volunteered at St. Joes in Southern Pines NC.read moreshe really was an excellent artist...she and my dad volunteered at St. Joes in Southern Pines NC.
they still have a whole wall display of her paintings she donated.
j.
Wow… a scent of Homemade Apple Pie when waking from a Dream where Autumn rustling of leaves leaves Kittens purring in August newly mowed Hay beside a grassy knoll… Country roads take me home where I belong… 🎶… a poem that resonates with memories… Pat
Posted 2 Years Ago
2 Years Ago
"West Virginia, mountain mama, take me home..."
thank you, Pat,
j.
2 Years Ago
I was born in West Virginia… so it comes naturally. ❤️ lovely poem.. Pat
Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..