Scroll to the bottom if you are here just for the poem.  I’m feeling loquacious.  If you have a minute, join me.

You may have noticed that I didn’t post yesterday.  It was a rebellion of sorts, a bow to imperfection, maybe just laziness.  At any rate, writing didn’t get done and poem didn’t get posted.

Today felt as though it might repeat, and, fearing  an inescapable rut, I have sat here and made myself write through about 4 pages of awful just to get to the following poem for today.  I have a poem.  I will be grateful.

But before I share, let me show you what should have been total inspiration (perhaps I am overwhelmed on too many levels).  Son is in Cambodia.  My morning facebook feed was filled with photos of Angkor Wat and lesser Angkors that he visited today (while I was sleeping – he being on the other side of the world and opposite my time):  17 videos and 150+ photos later I was left wondering why I only learned of Greco-Roman architecture in schools.  I had to look it up – these magnificent temples were known to the world well prior to my 1950s grade school learning.  My imagination was impoverished for that lack.  So here are photos for you to enjoy and then the poem.

I tried hard for a poem from all this magnificence but perhaps the Greco-Roman Muses were not impressed.  They took their inspiration elsewhere.

So here’s today’s poem.

Silence

Outside the yellow daffodils are no match
for the gray sky and North’s cold wind.
Blossoms that do bloom are blown apart,
scattered like confetti across the brown lawn.
From the sky a flurry of flakes makes
a staged entrance and the red fox refuses
to leave its lair.  Even fresh coffee, dark as night
aromatic as jasmine, cannot knife through
the silence as I sit here, pen in hand, and wait.