4 - M i n u t e
W o r k
©2006 Jerral Sapienza & LLX Press
Pensive Moments While Awaiting Kathy
Taunt me, God, smile if You will.
The world is Yours to play with
my wisdom but a gift
You take away
when You please,
my health but a chip
You bet for sport.
The beauty of the waning sun today
beckons faith in me,
and yet, to the The Painter,
it is but a sullied slate
he'll clean without a care
to do it all again,
to bet the house
equally a lark.
I take a deep breath and only smile.
I was sitting outside my friend Kathy's house waiting for her and thought to myself,
"Back in my 20's I used to write a poem a day, sometimes several, most all in a formal
structure of some kind. Let's see what I can do now, then, since I have a fixed bit
of time (less than five minutes)."
So I took a breath, thought about the shape of the world today, and just wrote.
This is what emerged in that 3.5 minutes!
© 2006 by Jerral Sapienza
Lifelong Learning Excellence, Inc.
PO Box 380 Eugene, OR USA 541.343-1202
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