Aled Morgan (llaregyb) wrote,
Aled Morgan

Journal poem

I do not like myself tonight.
I snap off the cavilling complaint of the news
And in the sudden silence hear the wind scour the rocks.

I used to have a friend who told me once
"When you are sad or sore,
Make something: a poem, a table, a meal."

I measure flour, knead dough, and set some bread to rise
And think of urban_homestead baking bread
So far away, still waiting.

Bread rising, dog walked, friends thought of, poem forming,
It's not such a bad evening, such a bad world,
I settle down to read, with tea and whisky.
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