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A Poem for Don in Winter

I once dropped into

A nondescript café

If you can call it that –

Windows facing a grey wasteland

Of ugly buildings

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One table over, a man sighed

And complained about the starkness

Of the place in mid-winter

The mounds of dirty snow

And the leaden skies

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Photo via: publicdomainpictures.net

And I replied –

Without missing a beat

As if I’d known him all my life –

“Let us play a game:

Looking through this window

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Google Images

We will make the sun shine

And change the dirty snow

Into a white sand beach

Look, there it is

Do you see it?

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Google Images

Those ugly buildings are

The blue waters of the Caribbean

There! You see the white sails of boats?

And to the left, on the beach

A little girl with a ball?”

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Image via Tlm magazine

And the stranger picked up the story

Without missing a beat

And saw small boats and white sails

Seashells and coconuts

Children in bright swimsuits

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Google Images

And felt the warm sunshine

On his arms and face

And off he went to join them

His toes pressing into sand

Frolicking on the beach

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And forgot that he was

In a not-quite dignified café

Facing a cold and barren wasteland

One table over

From a stranger.

With thanks to my publisher, Don Bastian, for his patience and kindness at a tough time in my life. 

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42 thoughts on “A Poem for Don in Winter”

  1. I loved this, and I’m afraid it’s popped up in time for me to nominate you for a short thing about cake… no need if you don’t want to but it’s kind of on topic and I love your blog. Anyway, you can see it here and decide whether to do it or not ;-). http://wp.me/pJIxY-mn

    cheers

    MTM

  2. Beautiful! I love the picture you painted Cynthia. I also know about the comfort of visualization and how useful it can be when pain or insomnia are making life a misery. It was a wonderful aid when Elinor used to have asthma attacks in the middle of the night when she was little.

    1. Thank you, dear Clare. I learned it during my time at the Rehabilitation hospital and have had to use it from time to time. A good thing to do. Am using it today to pretend the falling snow outside my window is a warm beach and this daycation is by choice…..

    1. Thank you very much. Wishing you a good day! I’m having a forced ‘daycation’, thanks to the never-ending snow today, so I’m using my visualization skills to pretend it’s just a sandy beach!

    1. From you, oh Mighty Poet, that’s a huge compliment. Thank you. I look at the poetry of yourself and my dearly missed blogger-friend Cynthia Jobin, and wonder how you can be so good at what you do.

      1. Practice? And patience and paying attention to and playing with the rhythm and weight and meaning of words…

  3. Such a lovely story told there.
    I don’t comment or like very often, but I just want you to know, I love reading your blog. It is never angry or discouraged and that is such a rare, wonderful gift.

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