Patience for Poetry

Often, I think I don’t have the patience
for poetry –
the pauses, the rhymes, the wordy mimes
Who has got the time?

But then,
I chop carrots – long and broad
hear the whistling papers of the clerk
read Brontë sisters hid stories under needlework

Rotund birds fill the porch
Mighty bees make love to the rose
I sigh and glee
The whole world is filled with poetry.

rochi zalani
Rochi is a freelance writer for SaaS companies in marketing, HR, and productivity. She has a passion for books, poems, and pizza — all of which she shares in her cozy newsletter.

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