Thursday, September 8, 2011

No Madness Today

blank slate 




this day 
to myself
is quiet. 
wet blanket
gray is the
color and 
feel, but 


the silence
is a 
comfort.


what 
shall I 
make of 
these hours?
what will 
I think or 
move or 
touch;


where 
will I 
travel or 
sit or 
nap? 


how 
will the 
ending 
be read 
after all the
introspection - 


before 
the 
definition 
is 
complete? 




Poem ©2011 R. Burnett Baker 

3 comments:

  1. silence is a comfort
    indeed
    lovely words
    hope you have joyful quiet

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  2. that is what i need. can't wait for friday evening to have peace on my weekend off...

    have a good one Rick!

    JJRod'z

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