Showing posts with label Rest. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rest. Show all posts
Thursday, October 30, 2014
Decompression
Decompression
When you’re hassled and you’re harried,
And you’ve hurried through the day,
And you’re seeking salve or solace
That will soothe your stress away –
Then it’s time to get a cuppa –
As the British like to say –
Or a coffee or a tipple
That will end your working day.
But be timid with the tipple
That might lead to two or three,
And be cautious with the coffee,
If of “nerves” you would be free.
It is better, after resting,
With your feet up, with a tea,
To go walking, as if leisure
Were a right for you and me.
And if you’re in a city,
And to stand and stare is safe,
There are people, who are passing,
And the stores, at which to gape.
And there’s even in the alleys
The ever-changing sky –
And if, perchance, you’re lucky,
There are branches, spreading high…
2014 October 30th, Thu.
Dunkin Donuts, 79th Street & 17th Ave.
Bensonhurst, Brooklyn, New York
Labels:
City Life,
Human Nature,
Nature,
Pause,
Release,
Renewal,
Rest,
Times of Day,
Trees,
Work Pressures
Saturday, July 5, 2014
A Little Bit of Fun
A Little Bit of Fun
It's summertime, in lands of winter snows.
The sun has strengthened and the sapling grows.
And where the weary rest, forgetting wrongs,
There's something right – as inner essence knows...
There comes a time, when a working one retires,
To play perhaps on flutes and strum on wires,
And in the afternoons, to sing the songs
Of time, of distance and of lost desires.
******
But short of that, for those with summers off,
The next best thing is this – however brief –
These days, when clock-alarms are set to “off”,
And from the race, we're offered some relief.
These lazy days of summer, though they're late,
Give time for us to bask awhile in sun,
To slowly sip our coffees, contemplate,
And even have a little bit of fun.
******
With autumn, public schools were opened. We
Went forth to work in them, to workers be
With voices stopped. We yet were bid to teach.
And what we wrought, was plain for hearts to see...
All winter-long, we slaved and shivered as
We waited for the spring to grace the land.
But when at last it came, we still were bound
To wait till now to breathe – and understand.
2014 July 5th, Sat.
Brooklyn, New York
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