Dawdled Poems - Poems about Dawdled

...I’ve doodled and dawdled in Delaware, Piddled in Pennsylvania without care, I’ve been to New York and Alabama, Michigan, Missouri and Montana. I’ve travelled in every state, my friend. And I c......Read the rest...

...Is it too late to put on a slouch hat and overcoat or is it too early for a T and shorts? I dress in the dark allowing time and light to expose its itself upon skin and eyes. This afternoon......Read the rest...

...victorian canal life - the reality (a true tale from from my maternal heritage ) We left our abode in old Cowfair haggled a price for an old shire mare Onto the landlord's......Read the rest...

...Calling Captain Hindsight, where the heck are you? The table booked for one-fifteen and now it’s ten-past-two, The waiting staff are anxious, they want me to move on, Their patience was exhausted ......Read the rest...

...(Fictional, but based on the real experience of one of my close friends who lost her daughter in an accident) As I sat on my desk, Hurrying with my pent up work, A scrap of paper, l......Read the rest...

...A dazzling blaze sews magic on warm eyes. Hurdles were solved, and secret vows were heard. I won't steer the yarns while holy denies. My cheers are shorn, and my heart is averred. ......Read the rest...

...We left our abode in old Cowfair haggled a price for an old shire mare Onto the landlord's canal boat lock stock and barrel for a life afloat farewell to our ......Read the rest...

...OLD TOWN PAST Gone: the Market where cows sheep and pigs brought telling perceptions The images, noises and smells of the farms to the town The tweeded farmers with leathery limbs and faces And......Read the rest...

...We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are." -Anaïs Nin Memories of heart, half ......Read the rest...

...THE END IS NEAR POSTED on a telephone pole FANCY FONT …THE END IS NEAR I slowed my pace dawdled and lollygagged pondered the possibilities ….“THE END OF WHAT????” My subscr......Read the rest...

...Born Doris, named for our grandmother Doris Owens, she is nothing much like grandma. If anything, I am more like grandma for my thrifty ways and down-to-earth practicality. Doris, nicnamed Dori......Read the rest...

...In the shadows of galactic stars The night dawdled onto the earth, A nightly music landed softly With chimes of melody reverberated Around my aurora –all over me Like sparkles of sapphire ligh......Read the rest...

...VIEW FROM THE BRIDGE From the bridge, track the ghosts of line, goods yard, Old Town Station Where we lingered and noted the numbers of each passing train Web of steel and of steam entwined vil......Read the rest...

...OLD TOWN ELEGY The bridge still spans the road - with what design? The rail that once crossed Ridgeway and vale to the sea Erased and gone, with scarce residual sign And barely more trace tha......Read the rest...

...For the past, the future was never apparent its dormant projection lay in unformed no thought ever counted it of concern Time tripped and dawdled, discovering playful as children do a continuou......Read the rest...