Hidden in full sight under the weeping willow
I sit
writing
my morning pages,
when
perfectly drenched in enthusiasm
a gaggle of kids draws close,
but still keeping at a distance
I hear them whispering through heavy breathing—
a giggle here,
a giggle there,
a throat clearing—
then their silky heads are too close
to mine,
eyes keen on my scribblings
"What are you doing," they ask all at once.
Our heads, only inches apart
I can smell
the sunshine in theirs.
"Getting ready to write a poem," I chirp.
"Can we try too, can we… too?"
I hand out pen
and
paper to each,
delighting in the splash of happiness.
And without preamble
or much ado but
with our knees touching,
we sit and
write
enthusiastic poems.
© selma
Did you read last week’s Sunday Paper? Here it is if you missed it. Compliments
from a dear friend of mine. This will make you smile.
Let’s continue poeting away, dear comrades.
Let’s be the changemakers of our times.
Happy weekend.
I’m a simple woman who dares to see the beauty in ordinary. I’d love to connect with you and like pen pals, I want something beautiful to blossom between us. Will you join me? Selma is my middle name. Its meaning—peaceful, complete, are euphoric affirmations I like to think of myself as having. They compliment the joy I feel when I write. I sincerely hope you decide to join me on my writing journey. I Wish You Miracles.
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Sounds like a nice experience!
Pat
Verily verily so 🤗
There is a pleasure in writing a story in pen because you don’t have to worry about the mistakes.
Right you are. And no one needs erasers. So pen works. 👏🏽 🤗
Aww! I bet they truly enjoyed that! What a delight that you had extra pens with you, too!
Oh yes. Always carry extras around. Thanks for reading & commenting. Blessings.
Love all the descriptive phrases in this verse, Selma. It feels like I’m right there with you. ✒️📖
The best is that you felt part of it all. Thanks. Blessings.
A very sweet moment captured in your poem.
Happy you read my friend.
how wonderful and full of life!
A party blooms when children are around. Xo
“Our heads, only inches apart
I can smell
the sunshine in theirs.”
superb lines for the closeness and spreading the poeting Selma
😉 thanks dearly my friend. Glad that worked. 🤗
A perfect encounter. (K)
Yes. Perfect.
How lovely 🤗
🤗 💕 🙇🏽♀️ Maggie
🙏💕
What a lovely, poetic encounter, Selma!
Double lovely for me XO
Overflowing happiness in your poem! “silky heads” that smell of sunshine. So precious to breathe that in and write together. 🥰
Oh yes. 👍🏽 tops.
How lovely 🥰 well done for inspiring the next generation of poets, Selma!
We’re all ambassadors. Children are hungry enthusiasts. Perfect match. Xo
This is such a heartwarming, delightful poem!
And I’m so happy you got to read it, dear Dawn. Blessings on the Fourth.