Scribbled in the Dark | 
To Boredom
I'm the child of rainy Sundays.
I watched time crawl
Like an injured fly
Over the wet windowpane.
Or waited for a branch
On a tree to stop shaking,
While Grandmother knitted
Making a ball of yarn
Roll over like a kitten at her feet.
I knew every clock in the house
Had stopped ticking
And that this day will last forever.
#PoetryChallenge2018 for September.
pickTrying to read more poetry, and this was my first Charles Simic. His imagery is pretty astounding- I had vivid pictures with only a few words. The whole book felt like winter.
Whiskey and I decided it was time for a little Sunday morning poetry
Broke my book buying ban for a massive haul at one of my favorite shops. I even spent enough to earn a 25$ gift certificate 😳 But everything but two slim volumes of poetry is for the kids' school, so it's totally okay.
#While I shipped most of my book haul (3 boxes!) home already, these two books—picked randomly—are going back in my carry-on bag. Great morning spent at Miami's Books & Books. Also pictured here are the stamps I bought for my @Litsypenpals #GetIndie
How adorable in the new Charles Simic cover??? ❤
