it's getting late
been sitting here
for hours
soaking up the sun
soaking up beauty
in this
little oasis of repose
rising above
the mayhem and madness
of the traffic
the spring lamb
is thawing on the back seat
the veggies are wilting
must wend my way home
to peel the potatoes
watch the bad news
still retaining
that nestled warmth
from what some might say
a 'wasted' unproductive afternoon
spent staring into the harbour
i could have stayed all night
Midweek Motif _ PU
Watch the bad news...that's what sends us off looking for the nestled warmth.
ReplyDeleteThankfully, our daily routine is counterpoint to the angst of the world. I so resonate with your poem.
ReplyDeleteWasted.... never, a lovely poem thanks for sharing it with us.
ReplyDeleteA pause to admire the beauty of nature is never wasted. Beautiful words, and image too!
ReplyDelete"'wasted' unproductive afternoon hours
ReplyDeletespent staring into the harbour
i could have stayed all night "
Awesome bit of sarcasm in these lines; Luv it!!!
much love...
staring into a harbor is never a wasted time. I've done this before back in the islands and the ocean is always beautiful and entertaining. thanks for this.
ReplyDeleteI applaud such wasted time! We must leave enough margin of time to occasionally stay the night.
ReplyDeleteOh i felt in peace reading the soaking up the sun and beauty. In no way is this wasting time.
ReplyDeleteRising above the mayhem indeed....sounds wonderful to me!!
ReplyDelete"little oasis of repose"...How I love this! May we all have such 'wasted' time.
ReplyDeleteAh, "wasted time..." What a treasure it is!
ReplyDeleteWhy give up experiencing the beauty for some wilting vegetables? We shouldn't ration ourselves for what pleases us but happily steal every joyous moment while we can.
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