poem fear


on the second day
with a blank page
wondering.

do i have enough
in me for one
more
day?

and the sun rises -
and the dishes pile up -
and there's a compass to be bought -
and I've compiled some reading -
and some ideas for sweet baking -
and the laundry needs doing -
and what about the lawn -
it should be mowed -
despite the lovely daisies -

and i see

i don't need to have a perfect poem
in me, life is poetry

just being,

and it is given
to me for
free.



2 comments:

  1. life is poetry. i love that, and this poem. xo

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  2. This morning I found a gift waiting for me at my little blog. A comment from you, Sarah. And another gift. Your beautiful blog. I am a new follower.
    Wishing you a beauty-filled day,
    Lin

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