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Monday, June 04, 2018

She Cobbles a Placid Moment

With kids asleep,
hiding from
unfinished chores,
she cobbles
a placid moment,

exhaling smoke
from the bathroom window
into the cool,
unaccountable darkness.

Spying a distant,
familiar cluster
of red, white and blue
police lights,
muses,

 “I’m so glad
that’s not my life
anymore.”

[Written for de Jackson's prompt: cobble https://dversepoets.com/2018/06/04/quadrille-58-cobble-us-a-poem/]

13 comments:

  1. Oh, I've been there. Minus the cigarette. ;)

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  2. Me too. Only it wasn't a tobacco cigarette.

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  3. This is great - you've got some great vivid imagery in your poem!

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  4. Nice to say these things in hindsight now ~

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  5. Nice phrase: "unaccountable darkness"

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  6. A relief to be uncobbled, I'm sure!

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  7. I love the phrases 'she cobbles a placid moment'and 'unaccountable darkness'. This scenario reminds me of when my (then) four year old daughter and I lived in South London opposite the local police station. And yes, I'm glad that's not my life any more :)

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  8. Love that silent moment... (minus the tobacco)

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  9. I like the idea if cobbling a placid moment. It sounds like if you find the proper ingredients, you can bake a solitude cake.

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  10. Your last words are so true!

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  11. Deliciously dark and enticing!

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  12. I agree, “cool unacceptable darkness “ is a stunning phrase. ๐Ÿ’œ

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