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20 September 2012
Where Sunlight Tiptoes
There's a time
just after breakfast
when the dogs are walked
and clean up done.
I make a cup of Irish tea
carry it to the living room
sit on the couch to sip it.
Sun spills through sliding glass doors
warms the room
as the tea warms me.
This everyday blessing
magnified one day last fall:
John came into the room
to read his book. Kelly
slipped in, laid down
next to the dogs.
The scene etched in my heart
flowed over me
like oil.
This is in response to a prompt from Claudia over at dVerse Poets Pub to write about an incident of beautiful solitude. This scene happened some years ago but stays with me. Head on over and check out the poets who write there.
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This truly is beautiful, (Grandmother) Mary. I can picture it. Each person enjoying their own solitude...and the dogs too. This definitely is bliss!
ReplyDeleteThe dogs became part of our family, for sure, adding another dimension.
DeleteBeautiful, I felt that way this morning as I took out the trash - not a poetic activity but I have to walk through the forest to accomplish it. I could smell snow on the air and was happy to return to the site of my puppies happily sleeping in sunbeams.
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely image and good point that it's our attitude in the moment rather than the activity. Is there anything cuter than a tumble of puppies?
DeleteLovely and poetic.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Terra.
Deletethis sounds like beautiful solitude indeed...can almost see the peaceful scene...love the flowing like oil...speaks of blessing to me..
ReplyDeleteYes, a moment of grace, a quiet blessing.
DeleteI went back in and changed grace in line 11 to blessing, I like the internal consistency- thanks, Claudia.
Deletevery beautiful, spreads the warmth
ReplyDeleteI'm glad.
Deleteah a lovely moment you captured, solitude yet not alone as they wander through...smiles. my only peace comes if i get up early at this point...lol
ReplyDeleteand love the oil in your closure as well...nice
DeleteMost days were like that for me as well which is why I like my tea ritual and why this moment stands out for me.
DeleteThis is beautiful and it etches itself in my memory now as well.
ReplyDeleteI like that, thanks.
DeleteI had to look up "Irish Tea" -- learned something.
ReplyDeleteAn experience flowing over you like oil -- that was a great image.
Irish tea (I like Barry's) is one of life's treats and starts each day for me, including this morning on my balcony with a friend's dog.
DeleteSome wonderful moments! Fondness shown in the home can be most rewarding (without having to go for fun holidays whatever) Nicely Mary!
ReplyDeleteHank
Many beautiful moments have happened at home for me. I'm grateful.
DeleteI have a very similar experience every morning with a cup of coffee in hand. I too love how the morning sun peeks through my french doors and makes paths on the floor.
ReplyDeleteWe'll relish these simple things together then.
DeleteThose little gems are wonderful to hang on to and pull out to enjoy over and over. Sounds idyllic, Mary.
ReplyDeleteIt's one I think of often and savor.
DeleteI love how you captured one of those moments of time that you wish you could freeze frame. You have done that extremely well with this poem.
ReplyDeleteMaybe poetry attempts to hold those moments.
DeleteBeautiful, Mary.
ReplyDeleteThanks. My father used to love to sing the song KKKKaty!
DeleteAh--this is so so pretty, and sounds like a pretty great thing to do. k.
ReplyDeleteIt was a great moment.
DeleteJust beautiful.
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