Poem from Bette Keck Peterson, December 2013
Bobbi Childs Sampson sent this poem to the email chat group. We all loved it, and so I decided to give all of the class the opportunity to enjoy it. Thanks, Bobbi.
I got out of bed
on two strong legs.
It might have been
otherwise. I ate
cereal, sweet
milk, ripe, flawless
peach. It might
have been otherwise.
I took the dog uphill
to the birch wood.
All morning I did
the work I love.
At noon I lay down
with my mate. It might
have been otherwise.
We ate dinner together
at a table with silver
candlesticks. It might
have been otherwise.
I slept in a bed
in a room with paintings
on the walls, and
planned another day
just like this day.
But one day, I know,
it will be otherwise.
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LATE AFTERNOON, by Dottie Smith Mann
This is where I am in my life…
the late afternoon
so full of beauty it cracks my heart.
A sharply defined beauty
nothing fuzzy about it
three dimensioned
the up close and the far away clearly etched
seen by the light of a strong but waning sun.
The evening will come
Let evening come, the poet said.
Not yet though
Let me have the flickering shadows
the wind tossed trees
the soft blue skies
the brllliant sun almost at eye level.
Let me have the distant sounds of a small plane
the workmen down the lane almost done for the week.
Let me have the sun on teak tables and leather chairs
my husband resting upstairs
the shining maple floor
the reflected light on Aunt Anne’s bird sculpture
reminding me of a window on Eden Road looking out to sea.
Oh it cracks my heart and from that space
I feel a current come
A river of joy and love and gratitude
That I am here
in the late afternoon
before the night.
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