Poetry Friday: At The Cabin…

Our dock at the cabin. © Carol Labuzzetta, 2021

At the cabin I write the old fashioned way

with a pad and pencil, I will stay.

At the cabin,

My computer has failed me,

loosing its charge, you see, but the words still come as fast as can be.

At the cabin,

My inspiration is plain in the nature all around,

foggy mornings, calm waters, and calling loons abound.

At the cabin,

My mind is free to wander

as I watch the woods and fisherman over yonder.

At the cabin,

The days are short, spent out in the sun

as nighttime arrives we gather around the fire for more fun.

At the cabin, I don’t have to wonder what I’ll do with my time

after I’m done writing, I realize my life is rather sublime.

© Draft, Carol Labuzzetta, 2021

Molly enjoying the sun at the cabin. © Carol Labuzzetta, 2021

Today is Poetry Friday! Our host this week is the wonderful Molly Hogan at Nix the Comfort Zone. Thank you for hosting, Molly!

14 thoughts

  1. Wow! “foggy mornings, calm waters, and calling loons abound.” This does sound like a sublime life. I love the photo of that perfectly calm water.

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  2. I love this reflection on being at the cabin. My favorite line was “At the cabin, I don’t have to wonder what I’ll do with my time.” Isn’t that just the best?! It made me long for a cabin visit, too.

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  3. Lucky you to have a cabin retreat! That photo is so evocative and I love how you grounded your poem in place with that refrain “at the cabin.” Enjoy each moment of your cabin days.

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