Those who have read my blogs may not know that I also am a poet. I have over 360 published pieces on AllPoetry, with nearly 50 of those being front page selections. On this day, I am dealing with drama within friend circles I am in. And rather than write a long, angsty blog for the millionth time, I decided this time to channel what I am feeling into a poem. This poem summarizes my feelings toward the matter, without saying it directly. In this poem, the title summarizes the wanting for peace, friendship, kindness and love to flourish; simply put, the wanting is a Wednesday in April.
“i wish for a wednesday afternoon
in the middle of april
cotton ball clouds, silver springs babbling
green leaves in the trees
birds standing shoulder to shoulder
on the telephone wire, singing
dogwoods and azaleas blooming
dandelions flying through the air
an apple orchard with shade enough
for a post sun-bathing nap
the hum of a passing car on highway 45
or a plane engine overhead
dogs barking, children giggling
the scents of pies in window sills
still-damp clothes hanging on the line
drying in the springtime
an orb weaver spider spinning a web
in a corner on the roof
a bottle of apple wine
and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses
for you & i
an old blanket and a hillside for cloud-gazing
kisses and embraces”
I hope this poem finds you well, and in the comments, tell me a bit about how you deal with drama.
As always, take care, much love, and may God richly bless,
2 thoughts on “A WEDNESDAY IN APRIL”
I avoid drama as much as possible. I withdraw and don’t engage in gossip. I can’t stand it. That’s probably why I have so few friends…
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I am at the age when my women friends are all, like me, coping will high elderly decline or illness. And a lifestyle where the busy has to be managed daily to make space for family.
It’s been a time of tremendous growth as well as success with navigating this with positivity for me. Some of my friends are at the same stage in this journey, some still to get there, and some mired in bitterness and unable to find the kindness for themselves and others that will help them.
I completely get your holding on to happiness and wish you well. A friend and I meet and sing together each week and this has been so nice. And therapeutic. Am trying to make this into a project and will write on it if successful.
Music makes all the difference to me.