Friday, October 5, 2007

Non Sunday Non Scribblings

no prompt this week
no flights of written fancy
to fill my time
and distract me
from the tasks at hand

I will have to
wash the dishes
and do the laundry
and sweep pistachio shells
carpeting the patio
after someone
(no names, but starts with "J")
fell over a garbage can
at a party last night
and then return the extra chairs
we borrowed from the neighbors
never dreaming that
even they
(sixteen in all)
would still not be enough

I'll have to
pay the bills
and gather scraps
of a future Rembrandt
lying scattered on the floor
read an actual book
(Someone To Run With)
(yes still)
maybe watch tv
and perhaps
just perhaps
put even that aside
and just spend time
with my family

on second thought
not so bad
after all


Anonymous said...

Hey, your's lovely too...changing the regular patterns can only be good..

Anonymous said...

In my world the life you are describing is a flight of fancy, especially when described with such warmth and subtle joy. You have magically captured a sense of family, of home in this wonderful poem. It is has warmed my heart on a lonely day with its charm and it's skill. thankyou,

Anonymous said...

Sounds like Home to me!! :)

It's the simple warm thoughts of spending time with family that bring me so much joy,too.

Beautiful poem, Robin.

Nancy said...

Doesn't sound like tasks ... beautiful poem about your time with your family this weekend. =)

ps ... thank you for the nod you gave me on Sunshine's contest post =)

Beau Brackish said...

Lovely poem. I'd rather be spending my weekends writing and reading other's blog during my downtime. But all those other household tasks will still be awaiting me when I put down the laptop. Damn dirty dishes!

Anonymous said...

"on second thought
not so bad
after all"...
I'd have to say your weekend sounds like a perfect one, enjoy!

Jo said...

Sounds like home to me too. Nice job. Not yet decided where
I'm going to go.

Anonymous said...

Lovely. great imagery. I felt I was there with you.

Thanks for your kind thoughts on my blog. When are you sending over that intravenous coffee drip. It is night here and he is bouncing off the walls.....

Anonymous said...

Nice poem! Fancifully written for 'no flights of written fancy'.

Anonymous said...

I thought you were talking about me!!

Anonymous said...

Sounds like a great family weekend. :)



Patois42 said...

I'm so glad my dishes are still in need of washing because I'm reading your post. Sounds like you've had a great night -- mess notwithstanding -- and now you'll have some marvelous moments.

josie2shoes said...

Cool, very cool,Robin! :-)

Jo said...

Laughing so much here as guess what just happened at my home? I reached up to grab a box of coffee filters and a tub of pistachios fell off the shelf and emptied itself all over the damn floor. Parallel lives LOL? Sweep, sweep........

Tumblewords: said...

Aw, this is sweet and fun - thinking, thinking. It also sounds rewarding as can be!

raymond pert said...

I REALLY enjoy the domestic details in this poem. You let them do their work and have their impact. It's a very sweet and lovely poem.

Gill said...

Sometimes it is nice just to spend time doing "homey" things with family. Last weekend I never had internet access the whole weekend, it felt like the end of the world for a while, but it turned out just fine, we had some lovely family time. It made me realise that I should do it more often.

Pen said...

Aw, yes... I hear you! Now I feel bad for neglecting my errands and chores! Better get to! (after another cup of coffee and some more reading - LOL)

I loved your take on the SS prompt. I have also read a few entries of yours and liked them very much. I will definitely be back for more :o)

LuAnn @ BackPorchervations said...

I know ... such mundaneness w/o our Sunday Scribblings!