A Tuesday in December

A day of coffee in the afternoon,

of hiding from the elements,

dull-witted, in my apartment.

 

Tonight, poets will read

at the Armory in Somerville.

I'd like to see and hear them.

Some of them are friends.

 

But I can't seem to unglue myself

from this damp sluggishness,

this cloud-thick lassitude.

 

Rain pocks and blotches

the snow of three days ago.

You'd think that the rain

was a poet himself,

marking up a white page

with disorderly doodles.





Poetry by Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-12-12 at 21:00

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Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
I can relate! Great lines!!
Ashe
2017-12-13


Bibek
I can feel for you. I get this feeling once in a while. The final stanza is excellent, but the others help the poem get its over all shape.
2017-12-13


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Great final stanza!
2017-12-13


shells
I think I've been in your Tuesday, loved the final verse, last two lines are excellent.
2017-12-12