They are not mine to throw away
but days to watch
and keep
and play
them out,
one
by
one.
The sun
lays down the day's last light.
I call you in.
You say you might
just stay a while
and think,
one
by
one.
You give me sense of peace
and right,
of purpose and you keep in sight
a living of our days,
one
by
one.
M. Scofield 10/09/2009 (For Chris)
i don't recall reading your poetry on tibu . . . is this a new adventure? I do like your poetic voice . . . your esthetics with word choice and structure . . .
ReplyDeleteThanks! I was mscofield on TIBU. I posted some poetry, some essays. I miss that site.
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