Mornings in Richmond

[diannet]

Here's another from my youth... not sure what's going on but hey...

In your house

morning was not announced

by the rejoicing of birds

well...not the feathered kind


it was a cacophony of vehicles

rolling down the street


the sunlight was a grey plateau

that sliced through the window

a slanted table top of light

that needed dusting


while you tended to your gardening

in the bungalow

where wild forests grew

under horticultural lights

that you picked up for less than a song

and a smile for the receptionist


I made you omelettes

that you said were the best

you’d ever eaten.


I wonder now

whether the sunlight is still grey

when it shines through your window

[heatherwordbender]

Your [older relative/special person] had a mad [haven/greenhouse] in the city where [he/she] would retreat to create and make beautiful things grow out of nothing much beautiful or likely??

Hmmm... ;D

[eiken]

Dianne,
I adore your poems about our youth. A cacophony of vehicles rolling down the street. The sunlight a grey plateau that sliced through the window, I can almost see the dust on the table top, the garden, the smell and taste of omelettes and you wonder if the sunlight is still grey shining through the window......magical, it feels like something from Crosby Stills Nash and Young....

[diannet]

I would say so Heather...it's about as misspent as my youth got...that and dancing crazily to the Cure! LOL!

Thankyou Eiken, remembering that sunlight coming through that window started off this poem. It's funny what simple things spark a memory and then a poem.

[shannow]

Its a great poem about looking back on old memories

[Brigid Briton]

Hi Dianne,

Great job here! This is one of those rare poems that leaves me wanting to know more. You transported me into that scene and I wish I knew exactly who it was I would have encountered there. I'm not saying that I really need that information, only that this left me with a pleasant pondering.