78th Letter

I write to you

from cloud-heaped New England.

A frail flurry

sways, gray

in a tristful wind. 

 

My mind jumps and fidgets

in ninety-nine directions.

Peace, prattler! 

 

(Archbishop Ramsey

once told an interviewer:

Today I prayed

for one minute.

But it took me twenty-nine

to get there.)





Poetry by Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-12-28 at 13:58

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shells
I feel the fidgeting of the mind, I'm there often! Happy New Year to you Thomas.
2018-12-31


Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Minds can do that and you describe it well. I love the story at the end. Happy new year Tom.
2018-12-30


Bibek
I like the concluding stanza very much, and the way humor seeps through the lines. This I write to you from the suburbs of Kathmandu, a dusty bowl at the foothills of Himalayas, and wish you a very Happy New Year 2019, Tom. :)

Bibek
2018-12-30


antoniya katelieva-wood The PoetBay support member heart!
Nice poem. I really enjoyed it. Well done Thomas
2018-12-30


Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
Your beautiful descriptive words created such lovely images for me. Not only that, I loved saying them. The were soothing and fun a the same time.
Thanks for sharing.
2018-12-29