The Best Seat In The House

Best Seat In The House

October 8, 2013 at 2:34pm

Best Seat In The House

Sitting here at the kitchen table this morning

drinking the blackest of coffee letting the

most amazing cool breeze envelope me through

the back window I forget for a moment that I am

still in the city which for me is a love/ hate relationship.

Sun streaming through the screen wondering if this

should be my writing spot from now on........

As I let my senses wander, a flock of geese fly by

not seeing them... only hearing the sounds I let my mind

take over such a calmness  it is new to me.

The cat trying to decide if she would rather lay on my

keyboard or jump over me to the window sill for a game

of let me THINK I can catch the birds,yet she is to confined

                               AS AM I

Why do the geese fly south for the winter why do they run from

the breeze as I run into it letting me feel like there’s a chance.

I have so much to do and so little time yet I let it get away

getting distracted so easily even the sound of the street cleaner

out front has me jumping up to go see while I’m in the middle of

writing. So many sounds... the stir of a spoon from across the alley

someone else is hammering on the wall two doors down.

Trains tooting their horns while the birds chirp frantically fighting

over a crumb... the wind chimes from the front porch make their

musical appearance  right in the mist of the black cloud coming

from a speeding tractor trailer, today the best seat in the house

is the kitchen table where I draw my inspiration so I can actually hear

the words that I write in turn helping me to FEEL just that much more.

Debbie Kelly ( Debbie Philly)

10/8/2013

Reviews

[Pax Analog]

All the strange immediacy of every day. . .your attention a 360-degree field of openness. In that deepening crackle of ordinariness lies a mysterious Source. The Best Seat in the House is indeed where you always already are. Your poem encourages such simple sanctuary.

[Debbie_Philly]

Thank you so much Pax :) That means allot that you read my poem.... I will be over to see you as well !! :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

running into feelings...not flying away from them...

always a decision...but the best writing comes from facing them...i like the cat pondering in this...much like the human ponders...we see others flying away from life and wonder why they do that...life is best experienced.

[Debbie_Philly]

Thank you so much Jacob for reading it means allot... thank you for your thoughtful review :)

[Dr. Wood ?]

I know the feeling Debbie....It is as if you have stepped into a dream..or a parallel universe...moving home is so traumatic

[Debbie_Philly]

Thank you so much Wood.... I didnt move back home... Ive lived here for about 13 years.... but that morning was beautiful and peaceful for a bit... something very rare around here...lol Thank you again for reading my friend !!

[Dr. Wood ?]

ah...I got it wrong then...Still a fine poem though

[Chris]

oh yeah... that kinda morning. Black to pale shooshing gray as tires track past a street or two over... noises you really don't want to know echoing from nowhere

and you don't want to hear footsteps...really don't - they may not pass by this time...this...time. Tuesday morning, again.

Hi Deb

[Debbie_Philly]

Hi Chris....how are you my friend its been a while... thank you so much for reading... I will be over to read yours and others as well... have been busy with my sons wedding... its this weekend... thank you again for your thoughtful review !! :)