This is an attempt to return to my comfort zone. I have recently frogged around writing for contests and other poets (somewhat academic) with considerable success. Now I'm trying to get back to bluejeans, backyards, porchswings and sparrows poems where my heart lies. How am I doing with this piece? Dewell
Today I’ll Only Attend To Small Things
fix the new poem that craves a comma
deadhead the Joseph’s Coat rosebush
check the oil in the car
sharpen my red carpenter’s pencil
eat a snickerdoodle, sip green tea
bread the sparrows that glean my lawn
close my eyes and count hot air balloons
“howdy” neighbors as they stroll by
check the mail box
hum a simple tune
take a half-nap in the porch swing
dream the taste of our first kiss
remember how lovely it was
doing small things together
before you went away
-Dewell H. Byrd
Today I’ll Only Attend To Small Things
fix the new poem that craves a comma
deadhead the Joseph’s Coat rosebush
check the oil in the car
sharpen my red carpenter’s pencil
eat a snickerdoodle, sip green tea
bread the sparrows that glean my lawn
close my eyes and count hot air balloons
“howdy” neighbors as they stroll by
check the mail box
hum a simple tune
take a half-nap in the porch swing
dream the taste of our first kiss
remember how lovely it was
doing small things together
before you went away
-Dewell H. Byrd