Sit Poems

we sit in the sun

I sit in the sun like a satisfied fat cat
dogs hide under the slide with a ball and a bat
they have fur coats, my husband says in their defense
we are all sleeping heartily, none of us tense

Sit For A Spell

When I'm with you on the phone
I finally feel I'm not alone
If you could ever sit with me 
I'd take that opportunity 
To tell you all about my life
So that if you became my wife
You'd know me, nothing I would hide
We'd take our days and wèeks in stride 
And as the years stretched very long

In a sweet silence, I sit beside the elderly who have known time as an old friend

In a sweet silence, I sit beside the elderly who have known time as an old friend,
And I feel how their presence is like an open window to memories carefully wrapped,
Their words flow slowly, like a river winding through the stones of a life lived,
Their eyes wander between sky and earth, searching in worlds only

We sit a few inches apart, with bright screens separating us through an invisible ocean

We sit a few inches apart, with bright screens separating us through an invisible ocean,
We speak in pre-packaged echoes, algorithms feeding us thoughts that are not ours at all,
I send you a message, and you respond with a reaction, a digital finger, a drawn heart that disappears,
We gather in crowded rooms, silent, bowing our heads

Sit A While

Hours nibble at a low back strain.
Tenuous strings were tugged
lifting water bottles.

You wonder how fragile you are,
how vulnerable to those red tides
that bend your iron like plasticine,
turn you into a crooked question mark.

Sit a while old man,
sip tasteless water from a warm plastic bottle,
imagine racing upwards
leaping from mountain top to mountain top,
get high on being

From where I sit

From where I sit.
 
The dark gray clouds,
producing the rain,
that continues to tap,
against the window pain.
 
The absence of blue,
in the sky above,
brings dreary thoughts,
a life without love.
 
If God in his heaven,
could answer one prayer,
and send me relief,
lift darkness and despair.
 
It’s not a perfect woman,
my heart truely seeks,
but loving and warm,
true heart that

The Bench By The Brook

Do you remember it …
That one late spring day,
Solemn, where two could sit
A place nearby, but far away

It must be there still …
All around was dense with green
A steep hill, a small hill …
A footbridge in-between 

Leading down into the nook
A place both shaded and quiet, 
And the bench by the brook
Sat there waiting by

you can sit at our table

Draggletailed drippy dreary Doris Mable did not fit in
With her uppity, snobby, snooty, pompous pampered kin
The kids said Aunt Doris Mable, you can sit at our table
They had knowledge of a babe, a manger, and a stable

This Place Where I Sit

This place where I sit
so unfamiliar to me
this is not what I had imagined
not what I expected
this is not the path I was walking on
must have slipped through a wormhole
a mysterious splice in time
and materialized stumbling
on the other side or,
somehow swept up into a tornado
drifted on the blustery wind
spat out viciously, just like Jonah
to this

My Children Each Morning You Can Sit in the Presence of The King

It’s a privilege to come before Heavens King. 
He’s enthroned on high where Angels sing.
Those gone on before us, the truth they now know. 
The answers to the question. Where do the bad go? 
Open my eyes Lord Jesus so your truths I can see.
I desire to know what you have destined me to be.

Friendship

I was speaking to a friend

She said nothing had changed

But her eyes revealed

That nothing was the same



I stood looking at my friend

I had known since just a child

She indicated with her hand

That we should sit for a while

 

I was sitting with the friend

Who had stood by me through thick and thin

I tried to dismiss

I sit and sit and sit and sit and sit

I sit and sit and sit and sit and sit and sit and sit and sit
When I get bored with sitting, I take a long happy nap
Readying myself for the next ten years
I feel twenty years older than I felt three weeks ago
When I got sick, the illness kept me exhausted for twelve days
Now I

I Could Sit Here

I Could Sit Here”

I could walk along this sandy shore.
Crashing waves to and fro.
Sandpipers chirping,
Seagulls circling,
White sails sailing. 
I could sit here for a while.

I could hike this rocky trail.
Relish the splendor of snowcapped peaks
Bathe in an icy brook
Cast a line without a fly
Bull elk braying in the meadow below
I could sit here for a

Sit across

The house feels empty, now that your gone, your clothes are still in the cupboard as if your at home, the only place you would ever be, in the kitchen sitting across from me, I’d give the world to say I love you once more, because part of me feels like I didn’t say it

In The Chill By My Windowsill I Sit Alone

Oh! How I despise dawn’s blushing optimism
and dried hydrangea blooms sepia skinned and papery thin.
Humdrum hands beat doldrums drum.

Why won’t the summer solstice light this darkness?
A gnawing hollow where my heart should be.
Where cinder clouds float in negative space
memories collect like nesting sparrows beneath eaves.

I stray, a waif lost with my armful of loss.
Your death

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