It has been a wild, stay indoors, kind of day all over the Uk today – a reading day, a resting day and so a very simple supper of Cauliflower Cheese.
Here is a poem dedicated to those of my friends who are poets. I want you to know that you are very much appreciated right now!
The Poet by Raymond Garfield Dandridge
The poet sits and dreams and dreams;
He scans his verse; he probes his themes.Then turns to stretch or stir about,
Lest, like his thoughts, his strength give out.Then off to bed, for he must rise
And cord some wood, or tamp some ties,Or break a field of fertile soil,
Or do some other manual toil.He dare not live by wage of pen,
Most poorly paid of poor paid men,With shoes o’er-run, and threadbare clothes,—
And editors among the foesWho mock his song, deny him bread,
Then sing his praise when he is dead.
Haroon Mirza
February 10, 2020 at 7:40 am
Very true. People are not very often rewarded in their lives
mybeautfulthings
February 10, 2020 at 11:18 am
I often think that when hearing all the tributes paid after someone has died. I think, I hope you told them that before they left us! When my Dad was given a terminal diagnosis, I wrote to all the people in his address books and was able to read all the wonderful tributes that came in, to him. xx
Haroon Mirza
February 10, 2020 at 11:29 am
Very true
Mama Cormier
February 10, 2020 at 2:08 am
Wonderful poem. My son and daughter-in-law have been quiet today in London. I wonder if they were affected by the crazy weather.
utesmile
February 9, 2020 at 8:17 pm
Yes , a crazy day really. What a lovely dinner, simple but so yummy!
mybeautfulthings
February 9, 2020 at 10:02 pm
Indeed, on both counts! 🙂
jpeggytaylor
February 9, 2020 at 7:58 pm
Definitely a day to be viewed from indoors! Yes, thank you poets for your inspirations and observations – recording the rhythms of all our lives.