Wristwatch

 

I’ve just written six

or seven short poems
in about half an hour,
in a cabin
on a pond
with raindrops.
Maybe I should
just sit here
for a while, let
some time pass
so my wife will think
I’ve been working hard.

See that?
Some time just went past
but so quietly
you might have missed it.
Then it morphed
into the sky.
Look, another one!
It came out
of my wristwatch
and slipped away.

by: Ron Padgett

 

 

Note: I receive a daily poem from poets.org and this one caught me by surprise. It really resonated with my writing and I really enjoyed its simple, subtle flow. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did. Feel free to sign up for your own poem-a-day here.

 

 

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