Goodbye for a while;
life intervenes…
my daughter’s
appointment with the doctor,
the buzz of the clothes dryer,
dinner with my husband.
I must attend to life
outside our seclusion.
Routine is a jealous master
demanding I follow its dictates.
I will return as soon as I can
with a phrase, the color blue
or the way the sun shines on a rose.
You are a poem unfinished
but not without an end.
It waits with my muse
until I can once again
find time to pick up my pen.
find time to pick up my pen.
©Susie Clevenger 2012
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