Longing to write a nature poem,
I stared at the winter blankness of the page,
“In time, it will come”, I said,
“I must be patient”.
And so, I waited,
as the spider waits beside the web;
as the oak waits inside the acorn;
as the sun waits until dawn.
In its own time, a poem would be born.
Comments
Kahdai | October 22, 2011 - 19:09
Wonderful! I never thought of the sun have to waiting before, just waiting for the sun! Now if only this dog had patience in their nature! :) K
well-wisher | October 22, 2011 - 19:34
Thanks, Kahdai. I've never had much luck with dogs either. Dogs seem to like me but they don't respect me. You need to have a lot of authority in your voice/be pack leader because dogs see their owners
as their 'pack' and I'm just not the Alpha male/authoritative type.
JoHn
Kahdai | October 22, 2011 - 20:19
I wouldn't like to bite a dog anyway too furry :/ Most dogs listen to me without having to raise my voice This one just doesnt understand patience or calm! K