Poetry Thursday – Everyday Inspiration

The poems I love best are homages to the “everyday” – a sunset, a favorite tree, birds singing, a fulfilling pastime or a special relationship. These things add small touches of pleasure to our lives, so it makes sense to memorialize them with poetry, which should itself be another of life’s everyday pleasures.

Every Afternoon

Along about four o’clock
every workday afternoon
I begin to think about my chair.

You know the one –
the soft old green one
just there by the window
with an oven warm spot

baked in the late day sun.
Everday after work
I fold my weary bones into its lap
lean my aching head against its neck
and sigh.

It fits me just right, this chair.
Although it is large enough
for a small boy
to curl up at my side,
snuggle in close to my heart
and hear a story or two ~
these days it’s just me.

It could be that one or both
of the dogs might come
and vye for a spot on my lap,
a loyal, forgiving soul
to share this comfort with.

Either way,
I begin to think about it ~
my chair, my book,
maybe one dog or both~
along about four o’clock.

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16 thoughts on “Poetry Thursday – Everyday Inspiration

  1. I am so envious of your chair. I keep looking for one- (like my grandmother had when I was small. . . ) thanks for a lovley poem.

  2. Becca,
    This is such a snug poem reflecting your contentedness.

    Just reading it outloud lulled me into a reverie of my own.

    rel

  3. I don’t know why, but when I read the poems you post I am expecting to see sommeone else’s name at the bottom, only to feel astounded that once again the words are your very own. This is a beautiful piece, Becca. My favorite “I fold my weary bones into its lap”

    From now on, I shall read every word expecting it to be yours and will be surprised if I get to the end and find they belong to someone else.

  4. I love the comfort here, and the framing of the poem with “along about four o’clock”. That line is just positively lyrical.

  5. This is great, I love your concept. Everyday stuff is what its all about! I mean isn’t everything, something in someones everyday occurence.

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