Frame of A Common Afternoon

Amiably, your courteous sundown

offered the gift

of its mellifluous senses to me

The choco - nut chatter of children

The plock - plack -  plock of tennis balls

The perfunctory glance of a snobbish pekingese

(flat nosed love toy)

As I sat in reflective stance

my cold steel bench of lime o'green

in praise of this plain -

frame of a common -

afternoon.

~ Roselle Quin

Beautiful garden bench painting is by: 

William Mangum.

A Poetry of Time

In the tower of things to do

by the throne of accomplish,

In the coffer of what must be done,

One drowns in the labyrinth of time

and watches haplessly,

as seconds filter into the ether,

merciless

gripping soul and spirit with it--

But - there is a way to escape,

to reclaim rushing moments,

Close your eyes 

and breath with heart,

let your inner light of peace,

 drift you to a sanctuary of grace and ease

Cast a prism of gratefulness,

for the new surge of might that abounds
Murmur syllables of love and graciousness --

Now see,
life's miracle - time,

TIME anchors securely beside you --
  in the remaining swirl,
of all things to do.

Poetry By: Roselle Quin

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