A rainy weekday afternoon in Georgetown
The street is full of well-dressed women
clip-clopping to and fro.
I am a thrown-together woman
with no particular place to go.
I have a few hours free
I am a thrown-together woman
with no particular place to go.
I have a few hours free
from children's quarrels and ABCs,
And find myself in the enchanted halls
where merchants serve liberal proclivity.
Stiletto shoes with Italian names,And find myself in the enchanted halls
where merchants serve liberal proclivity.
Parfum from France, and lace from Spain:
A patina of gorgeous from each arcade.
No rinky-dink bargains. Nothing mundane.
The well-dressed women race in the streets:
They have no dilly-dally time today.
They have careers and social obligations:
Theirs is not to seize the day.
I find a treasure for my beloved
and touch and smell and look my all.
I imagine myself a well-dressed woman
-pleasant, but fruitless after all. I seize the day and seize some more
when I return from my afternoon stroll.
Children caper at the door:
Miraculous. Glorious. Wonderful.
when I return from my afternoon stroll.
Children caper at the door:
Miraculous. Glorious. Wonderful.
I am a thrown-together woman.
Yells and smells of moppet and mite,
pose my hows and compose my whys.Yells and smells of moppet and mite,
Carpe diem, joyful soul, grasp the day while there's yet light.
Kristin H. Kent
March 2010
I raced through the fabric store tonight, glad for the free moment. And managed to come home without everything I needed.
ReplyDeleteYou walk around town for a few hours and are moved to poetry.
Thrown-together you may well be, but all the pieces come together nicely.
Wow... I am impressed! I can't seem to string together more than a few syllables anymore and here you are with all of that lovely poetry! I loved it! :)
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