Coming up for air
Weary mind and body
Catching me off guard
They try changing the subject
Of my latest thought
Which to be sure
I cannot remember in full
Now lost in my dreams
Clouds outside hang heavy
With bits of sleet and weary snow
Frozen and mushy
Like my brain melting
And freezing again drifting
on Shumann’s Träumerei
I’m a bit weary and giddy today. Last night we sent off the (hopefully) last version of my small book of poetry: Without a Flight Plan.
Do I need to publish a book? No. Do I want to? Yes, even though I’ve already said I’m not going to write another book.
So…What happened? 2020 happened. Covid-19. Trump. Black Lives Matter. Social Distancing. And a whole lot more. In addition, my dearly beloved husband suggested last November that I put together a book of my poetry for family members. He also offered to get it ready for printing.
My first response? No way! However, on second thought, last year was one of the most bizarre years of my life. So I decided to let some of last year’s poems speak for themselves (without commentary), along with some favorite Longwood Gardens photos taken by D.
So yes, I’m weary of proofreading. However, I’m excited about having a book this close to becoming real. Especially at this time in my life.
Thanks for stopping by today.
© Elouise Renich Fraser, 19 February 2021
Thanks to YouTube for the video at the top.