Kitchen Window

The slamming heaviness of stress, 
and deadlines padlocked to my mind,
discarded and the sharp duress 
of caustic words are left behind.   

The kitchen window shows a view 
of monolithic limbs that sway;
a solemn dance against the blue
horizon of a quiet day,

as motionless, lethargic still,   
I sit and watch the ancient dance, 
divested of the stoic will
to turn and redirect my glance, 

towards a more productive theme;
to work and patiently create 
a graphic from a hazy dream 
as pictures in my mind rotate.

While minutes drip with quickened speed, 
and time is draining from the cup,
I brace my purpose to proceed 
with firm endeavour rising up.   

© Lisa-Jane La Grange

This is a rhyming poem written in iambic tetrameter. It was intended to be like a quickly scribbled sketch in words capturing my thoughts on this day.