I realized this moment would come
I knew the time would arrive,
those hands on the clock
they’re always on the move –
when I had dreamed
of so much more
for this special minute,
I have no poem…
even as I reflect while observing
the hanging petunia,
appealing in purple,
swinging gently in the breeze
or as I listen to my lab
snoring softly, lying inches away,
no poem has settled beside me…
even as I watch the geranium reach
in its rich wine-red wardrobe
for the infinite wild blue
and the lemon-yellow daffodil
looking dapper
in its shamrock finery,
no poem has greeted me
with a tender embrace.
I fear that as this moment journeys
into the next, and the sun bids farewell,
allowing the moon to play her part,
and those dedicated hands
continue to circle and mystify,
my pen will lie dry as a desert riverbed,
my paper bare as a wall without photos.
Still, I will remain empty handed
without poetry to enrich my soul,
but tomorrow when the sun ascends
and the sky unfolds to new possibilities,
it will be then when I shall try again.
© Lauren Scott, Baydreamerwrites.com – All rights reserved.

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