Calm

It's been a good day. I won't bore you with the details, but for the first time in a while, everything seemed like it was under control today. (snort) We'll see how long that lasts.

Nothing fancy with this one, but I think I'm starting to get a handle on my "voice" again. Forgive the use of the term, but it's what we poetry nerds use to denote what makes a written piece unique to its author. In my case, it's weird similes.


Calm

I wasn't quite expecting it today.
Today was just another in a string
of mostly-wasted days, of puttering
about the house. A day to shrug away.
But sometime in the empty afternoon,
I had a book in hand, a comfy chair,
some symphony or other in the air,
when all the world went quiet as a spoon.
I will admit, I freaked a little then;
(for after all, these things are rare as stars)
I worried, fretted, tried to make it stay.
But then I stopped. I smiled, I let it play
its way through me. I'll let it leave its scars,
and let it pass, and hope it comes again.