At Tall Tales Headquarters we are welcoming the weekend with a sunset, clouds, and poetry.
Today, on "poetry is not a luxury", which I follow on instagram, there was this. I shared it with my sisters, but feel you will enjoy it as well.
It seems that when I love a poem, it's because something in me, recognizes in the words, a truth about myself. Even when it's something that seems as simple as bedtime. It is good to know I am in such excellent company. But seriously... "domestic as a plate" that is a line that deserves high praise.
I bow to you Edna St. Vincent Millay, from my bed, where I lie reading, in pajamas, at 8:30 pm, feeling quite decadent.
the best...I love a good turn of phrase and now, am outraged that I too am domestic as a plate.
Posted by: Susan Maxwell Bjerke | 11/19/2021 at 10:58 PM
There are a lot of us plates out there.
Posted by: jacki long | 11/20/2021 at 12:02 AM
What a fabulous poem and oh so true!
Posted by: Debbie Jordan | 11/20/2021 at 06:29 AM
Love it, Love it, it's Me too! My 90 year old Auntie stays up till midnight, but knows she must not call me after 8:30.
Posted by: barbara dunbar | 11/22/2021 at 07:48 PM