Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Solitary


I gaze outside my window,
look for a bird, a squirrel.
Hear a baby cry, maybe it was a cat.
Look for the walker with Siberian Husky,
late today, I wonder if she’s ok.
I’m at my desk and wonder why
I can’t produce one solitary poem.

21 comments:

Brian Miller said...

oh but you did and captured all the little things there and not...and where our mind wanders....i like squirrels...smiles.

Mary said...

Some days are like that, Judy. But we have to accept what is....and tomorrow is another day. Thanks for 'jamming' today.

ariverflowsby said...

Ah, writers block. There's a pill for that, but it doesn't work.

Maxwell Mead Williams Robinson Barry said...

that's lovely.

you speak for me.

Ann said...

Love it, Judy!

Linda Bob Grifins Korbetis Hall said...

Cute.
love this,

Happy Holidays.

Laurie Kolp said...

I so know that feeling!

Thanks for commenting on my adverb poem. Merry Christmas, Judy!

Willow said...

A solitary poem, visual, wonderful.

Victoria said...

I like the way this catches where you are, down to the woman with the Siberian husky and the frustration at having difficulty producing a poem. obviously you did it.

Carrie Van Horn said...

I can so relate to this Judy! Lovely writing! :-)

Mary B. Mansfield said...

You caught the "what in the world am I going to write today?" dilemma perfectly! Nicely done.

Anonymous said...

hehe - you just did, and a fine poem at that...

Lynne said...

This makes me smile, Judy. Nice poem!

Scarlet said...

I can understand the feeling ~

Hope your Holidays are peaceful and joyful ~

Ash said...

I am so new to world of blogging. I like your approach to poetry ... it's the small things that matter.

Lolamouse said...

Clever. Sometimes when we just observe, our muse returns.

Laura said...

some days feel that way...and there you did it none-the-less...that photo is magnificent!

Enchanted Oak said...

I've had whole days like that. And they are not bad!

Margaret said...

...I wonder if she's OK

I love poetry as it comes in all sizes, shapes and colors. From the complex to the simple. And the "I don't have a thing to write" category. :)

Peggy said...

How did I miss this one Judy? You did indeed produce a solitary poem! It has a peaceful feeling and I love the photo of the leaf.

Maggie Patti Barbara Frankford-Walton said...

talented entry,