Poem of the Week - Free Time

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Free Time


There are times
when
free time
gets
squeezed
and pinched
into tiny packets
surrounded by
the semi-organized
chaos of
a busy life.

I unwrap one in this moment

and realize...

           I wouldn't have it any other way.


~ Fyodor Lewis



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Classic Poetry - (The Darkling Thrush - Thomas Hardy)

Selected by Fyodor Lewis

The Darkling Thrush

I leant upon a coppice gate
When Frost was spectre-grey,
And Winter's dregs made desolate
The weakening eye of day.
The tangled bine-stems scored the sky
Like strings of broken lyres,
And all mankind that haunted nigh
Had sought their household fires.