I shopped today.
A simple thing, but cherished,
For the capacity.
The peaches caught my eye, ripe
With the colors of a summer sunset.
I will buy one ... or three
An inexpensive luxury,
In season
I return to a quiet hovel
And set the purchased items,
Each in their appointed place.
A prayer of gratitude for each
Because I have the time,
And set the peaches in a line
And passing on to other chores,
Many only half begun
An image shows itself to my imagination
Peaches, on the counter, in the sun
We are nothing but a set of steps.
In the darkness, on our own.
A sequence of the fore and aft
With the present only shown.
Try to sing a melody
That no one's ever sung
A double strand of DNA
And touching every rung
Kevin Kevin Kevin... Your words are so compelling... You say. "I try", but you *know* you've struck a chord. You make poetry out of what we might already know, but cannot quiet express. Lovely (one again)! Thank you for that!
grab that colour
love the words too