week, and asking us to use
the word “gift”.
Submitted to dVerse Poetics
May 31, 2017
Each day’s a gift, they say
That’s why it’s called the present
And now that I’m retired
Most of them are pleasant
I try to start each new day
Avoiding the morning news
Because if I listen to any of it
I’m sure to get the blues
I look for a good-news station
On my little radio
But all I hear is who got shot
And traffic is awfully slow
I’m afraid to open the refrigerator
Everything in there’s out to get me
I’m sure to succumb, they say
To the non-organic litany
So I toddle off to my computer
I’m sure to find surcease there
Good grief! He’s tweeted again
And someone wants me to share.
I hasten to my poetry site
To spend some quality time
My friends here know how to escape
And they do it all in rhyme.
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so lovely to read your lines Bev, especially when they rhyme...
ReplyDeleteLOVE LOVE LOVE THIS POST! And being rejuvenated myself (never say retired), I absolutely understand your words. :) I do relish the time I set out in early morn (although today I slept in) when I sit in my study by myself, no music - no news - just me and my journal -- and I write. Poetry of some sort -- or words that may become poetry. And I turn to dVerse and read the thoughts and words of others. I am so glad I found dVerse and started writing about 2 years ago. It's a centering time. (I don't read those tweets --- and sometimes I unplug!) When we rejuvenate, there is more time to "listen" and you're right -- it's a challenge to insure we listen to the joyful...heck, sometimes it's a challenge to find the joyful. But it is there :)
ReplyDeleteSo glad you're here ---- so glad you posted this today. :)
Thanks, Lillian. I'm glad my words resonated with you this morning.
ReplyDeleteAWESOMENESS. I love this. I cannot agree more.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written.im really gad blogging gives you a reprieve from the world. News is disturbing and sad often b/c somewhere somehow, something bad is hsppening and that's aprice og globalization.
ReplyDeleteAh, and just to add. I wish 'he' would stop tweeting too :)
ReplyDeleteThanks to the heartfelt fellowship we all share here at the Pub, poetry/writing becomes a habitual diversion & exercise in aesthetics. I have always been a writer, but the bulk of it was therapeutic & had a limited readership. Photography is another realm I dally in daily.
ReplyDeleteI avoid the news as well. I eventually find out what I need to know.
ReplyDeleteLife is fraught with dangers, unless you're a poet. Nice one :)
ReplyDeleteOur little bubble comforting... though I still wonder what he meant by covfefe
ReplyDeleteTuning in and listening to all the negatives can be overwhelming. I like the quiet comfort of tuning out. Writing is balm for the soul.
ReplyDeleteI agree, this place is truly an oasis, I feel lucky to have landed here!
ReplyDeleteAn wonderful poem! I liked how you fit an entire day in to it and in a delightful manner. News at the morning really isn't a pleasant thing. Have fun!
ReplyDeleteoh wonderful...!
ReplyDeleteOh, I love this! But naughty girl to call to our attention what we do to escape. Here I thought it was my calling, and it's probably just a diversion. Oh well, I'm retired too, and I'll do most anything to escape the news!!
ReplyDeleteyes, we all know how to escape!
ReplyDeleteThis is so true.
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