.
She sips hot tea
and watches snow
fall through the trees
and those ugly electric wires
that slice across her view.
She sighs…
“The world is too much with us,”
William Wordsworth said so long ago.
What would he say now?
Children play outside
with phones stuck to their faces
and never look up.
.
It doesn’t stick.
She turns from the window
to her beloved books:
poetry, philosophy,
nature, metaphysics –
millions and billions of words
strung in constellations of idea.
.
She imagines stirring them up
into one large pot
over a hot fire
and wonders what the bottom line
would be – the final alchemy.
Perhaps this one plea:
to speak our love now
before the die is cast,
before we sign our exodus;
to lift ourselves
by bootstraps woven
with the dreams of Gaia.
.
Her tea has gone cold.
She turns back to the window
where the snow is finally sticking
and the trees are turning white.
And seventy times seven birds
are perched upon the wires.
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© 2016 Betty Hayes Albright
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Thanks for sharing the view from you window…how often the tea gets cold when lost in thought. 🙂
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Thank you for reading this ramble of words, Charlie. And now it’s time for me to get caught up with YOUR poetry again. 🙂 Soon!
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We all live too much in the pocket of technology!! xxxx
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Indeed! And with technology in our pockets. (That’s where I sometimes carry my cell phone. 🙂 ) Nice to hear from you, Willow.
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And it is Lovely to hear from you too! ❤
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Halfway through I laughed and said, “This is brilliant.” At the end I laughed again and said, “Wow!”
Welcome back, Betty.
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Thank you, Ben, for such kind words. This one started out as a stream of consciousness and was way too long. Had to edit over and over and over and almost threw it in the trash. Your comment makes the process all worthwhile. 🙂
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And did you know that I live in the town where Wordsworth was born and grew up?
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I remember that you lived in the town where a famous poet was born but didn’t remember which one. Cool it was Wordsworth! And that particular poem of his is a favorite of mine. Even more relevant today…
(BTW, I slightly revised the last line of this poem to “seventy times seven” which was my original intent. Just two letters added. Hopefully the final reference will be clearer.)
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VERY GOOD
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Thank you Joanna!
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A wonderful creative poem. Love Ethel
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Thank you so much, Ethel. I hope you and Thomas are both doing well.
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