I pledge I will . . but know I won’t.
Day’s too short, the list too long
Phone demands attention. . . same old song.
Some day I’ll wake with the sun mid sky
Slowly sip coffee like a rare fine wine.
Metaphors I’ll toy with, tempos and rhymes.
Words painting images in three quarter time.
I’ll venture outdoors to my favorite chair
I’ll soak in the view, taste sage in the air.
Hawks will soar over head while quail hide below.
There will be no one to see, nowhere to go.
If only I had what I profess I don’t
I pledge I will . . but know I won’t.
Day’s too short, the list too long
Keyboard demands attention. . . same old song.
I’ll pick up my guitar, strum soft and light.
Fiddle with the strings til tuned just right.
I’ll dabble with a chorus, a verse or two.
Perhaps a song will emerge, sweet and true.
When hunger calls i’ll rise from my chair
An apple perhaps or a sweet juicy pear
I’ll open my novel to the last page read
And hope that the lovers will make it to bed.
If only I had what I profess I don’t
I pledge I will . . but know I won’t.
Day’s too short, the list too long
Emails demand attention. . . same old song.
When surrounding hills shimmer pink and gold
I’ll stand and stretch, a little neck and shoulder roll.
I’ll lace up my sneakers, trust where they lead
I’ll taste, sniff, feel the dirt, clouds, breeze.
A lazy hot bath, lavender shampoo
I’ll sing along with Linda, Blue Bayou.
I’ll wrap myself in flannel and with pinot in hand
Toast the day’s glory and all my favorite bands.
If only I had what I profess I don’t
I pledge I will . . but know I won’t.
Day’s too short, the list too long
Guilt demands attention. . . same old song.