blue tuesday

rain slides down the window in rough sheets
the garden drips and broods unseen alone
as if the birds were gone they sing unheard
the very walls hang portraits of gray stone

slow water dripping softly in the sink
gives rhythm to our thoughts and muttered words
a cat observes a spider weaving nothing
and writing this seems just a bit absurd

fingers frozen in idyllic pose
anticipate a past when things got done
no sword I clutch  no ploughshare shapes my palm
my disposition strikes all anthems dumb

Instead I sit and listen to the rain
and drink the drops that dull all endings’ pain

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About riverwriter

Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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2 Responses to blue tuesday

  1. drew says:

    i’m amazed at the experience i can see blazing through your craft. it’s kind of humbling, but more a wordless experiencething. got 100$ worth of poetrybooks for my bday and been reading a lot and slowly opening my eyes to the infinite levels of genius others possess. my own business, maybe, but i was inspired to leave more than a one line response after reading. thanks

    • riverwriter says:

      Thanks, Drew. I like this one myself, although it is a bit of a downer.
      Happy Birthday. I hope you are including ee cummings in your reading. A healthy dose of Walt Whitman wouldn’t hurt either. Al Purdy and Gerard Manley Hopkins are some non-American poets worth looking at as well.

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