Quiet day

Quiet day

A Poem by Mic

Just a quiet day


Green eyes through the window

as she darts across the field

Just two pence left in my hand

but I still refuse to yield

Kettle's on the boil

for filling my pot of tin

Steam caressing our lamp

whilst the whistling makes a din

The rain coming down

hinges on the door, squawking

green and yellow eyes, touch noses, talking

Hot cuppa, get it down ya

Merseyside's best

Shelly's old begonia

Mae on the tube, insisting, go west.

© 2013 Mic

Author's Note

trying something new :)

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There is a beautiful lyric feel to your words... the rhythm and flow that elevate the heart... take the mind away from the mundane to a place of peace... So well done.

Posted 10 Years Ago

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10 Years Ago

Ah, thank you very much sir.
very good. x

Posted 10 Years Ago

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Added on January 11, 2013
Last Updated on February 3, 2013
Tags: day, tea, cats, west, begonia, England, Canada, quiet, green, field, kettle, peace, love, tradition, pop, culture, movies, steam, rain, weather, light, hot



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