Snow fell in the night.
At five-fifteen I woke to a bluish
mounded softness where
the Honda was. Cat fed and coffee made,
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'An Old Life' when Jane was still alive and what he did to pass the day. All his small actions are nothing compared to 'engagement with the one task and desire'. Caring for Jane.
I always feel like I am free like a bird in the sky after reading your poems. Your poems are gift to this site. 10 marks
He speaks to the writer in us- we have our routine, it prepares us for the retreat to the desk and the task before us- writing that poem, that short story, that novel. Absolutely nailed us whether we follow his routine or one uniquely our own!
It's a wonderful picture, how he only needs travel, coffee cup in hand, a short distance to his life's calling; each day another segment of the monument to living. His wife, Jane Kenyon, was a fantastic poet also.
Wonderful account of the cores of the day narrated beautifully. Thanks for sharing.10 points.
Nicely done. A love for a wife, is a love of all. God bless us all-MJG.
Top marks for a reality poem, and I enjoyed a coffee with you++++10 regards
If simple anecdotes made great poetry, I guess we'd all be in line for a Pulitzer. I'm afraid it isnt that easy. -LP
donald, here and in a simple way, we get into your real life.
Sometimes the best poems are just pictures of a normal moment in life. I like this poem. It is a snap shot, a journal entry.
The daily routine of the old man beautifully portrayed.