Brief - a poem

Brief

by Amy Graves

 The house is quiet

They are all gone for the evening

 Somewhere a violin plays

Accompanied by an accordion

 Somewhere a child shouts at

The other child
Foul
Not fair
Wait for me
Here, take this

Somewhere a grandmother laughs and

A grandfather smiles
The children are only here a short while
Their arguments are far more brief
Than my husband and I realize

 The house is quiet

And I can hear crickets
Outside
A subtle breeze blows across
The dollar store pinwheels
In my front yard
They click
And laugh
And argue with the wind about
Direction

The house is quiet

And somewhere time
Passes
Like a cricket’s chirp
Like the pinwheel’s
Spin
Like
A violin
Singing.
 

© Amy Graves 8/17/13

A poem...

Ten after ten, Wednesday AM
The sun is out
the kids are bussed
my hair is combed
no longer mussed

The stuff is placed
my breakfast et
Jeff's out the door
the garbage set

The house is quiet
then my cell rings
my Love's stuck in traffic
I'm checking bing

Reroute the husband
from central command
switch back to my email
and other demands

The dog starts barking
another ring on the phone
I start to panic
"They" know I'm alone

How much will I accomplish
how much can I do
if the phone keeps on ringing
as I try to wade through

as the dog barks a warning
of garbage can crime
as the computer freezes up
as I lose all my time

The sun is still shining
it's 10 after 10
the day seems it's mine
but it's really all "Them"

A deep breath, another
I’ll muddle on through
and keep checking things off
of my list of  to do.

~ Amy Graves 9-08-10