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There will be no table in heaven,
I would think,
or card upon it to send,
or pen with ink.
No book with written word
or notebook with lines.
No embroidered bird,
or fork with tines,
will lie on my napkin
beside my plate.
No wine in
my cup when the night is late.
No window sill
to invite light, no window
at all. Perhaps no tree will
stand and sway tall. So
with mind and thoughts clear,
it is with joy that I sit
here. It is life I hold dear
in the ordinary quiet.
From Night Snow (Kelsay Books, 2017).
This poem first appeared in Mezzo Cammin.
Used here with permission.
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Sally Nacker is the author of three books of poetry, her most recent—Kindness in Winter—forthcoming in April from Kelsay Books. Sally feels a kinship with the natural world and enjoys walking in all sorts of weather—particularly in rain and snow. She takes Thoreau’s advice (and Nellie Teale’s) about sauntering, and walks slowly. Sally lives in Connecticut with her husband and two cats. Learn more about her at https://sallynacker.com/.
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Lori Levy:
Love the quiet and appreciation expressed in this poem.
Posted 02/24/2021 04:21 PM
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Tracers645:
Some days, heaven is here on earth. :-)
Posted 02/24/2021 01:31 PM
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Anastasia:
I am fortunate that most days, I can bloc, out 30 minutes to enjoy the quiet of being at home alone. It's a real luxury, which you've captured well!
Posted 02/24/2021 01:27 PM
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wayne.goodling@yahoo.com:
You said a whole bunch to make me think. Thank you.
Posted 02/24/2021 01:12 PM
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Janet Leahy:
Love the last line "in the ordinary quiet" at times we need a reminder to appreciate the ordinary, this is a
beautiful poem, thanks Sally.
Posted 02/24/2021 12:40 PM
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paradea:
Beautiful poem!!!
Posted 02/24/2021 12:13 PM
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CamilleBalla:
Yes, enjoy each moment. Thank you for your reminder in warm, artful images, Sally, Larry Schug, drink it dry is calling to me. It may be old but its new to me. Thanks!
Posted 02/24/2021 12:08 PM
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joecot:
It was only on my third reading (which I do when a poem is such a pleasure) that I realized this is a rhyming poem. A quiet marvel of a poem.
Posted 02/24/2021 11:28 AM
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Gilbert Allen:
I enjoyed the simple elegance of this poem.
Posted 02/24/2021 10:32 AM
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Larry Schug:
These words illuminate the big truth. This moment is all we really have. Drink it dry.
Posted 02/24/2021 09:47 AM
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michael escoubas:
This is powerful work, Sally . . . congratulations not only on form (interlocking rhyme) but on message as well.
Posted 02/24/2021 09:29 AM
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mjorlock:
Very nicely done! A pleasure to read.
Posted 02/24/2021 09:26 AM
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KevinArnold:
Oh my a well-crafted modern poem with an a-b-a-b rhyme or near-rhyme schemewhat fun!
Posted 02/24/2021 08:41 AM
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KinVT:
Simply beautiful
Posted 02/24/2021 08:00 AM
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