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David Tookey


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Outside
Rain falls
Wet, gray

Quiet now
Son and daughter
With friends

The house rests
Gratitude fills me
So many blessings

I want nothing
I make soup
So often

No recipe
Sometimes, no
Thought


by David M. Tookey.
Used here with the author's permission.

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David M. Tookey lives in Seattle, Washington, where he is an elementary school teacher. A bicycle is his main mode of transport around town; David says he finds he can tinker with poems in his head as he rides. He also enjoys baking bread and, of late, has been exploring college campuses with his daughter to help her determine which she might want to attend.

 

 

 

 


Post New Comment:
wordartdjc:
Hi, Mr. Tookey. Short and very sweet. I like it.
Posted 11/21/2018 12:31 PM
Dorothy WildhagenD:
Freely using the kitchen, habitual. The best way to call for "soups on."
Posted 11/21/2018 12:00 PM
Lori Levy:
Like the cozy, quiet atmosphere this poem creates.
Posted 11/20/2018 05:11 PM
michael escoubas:
Wonderful poem, David, especially for those of us who appreciate economy of words but big ideas! Thank you.
Posted 11/20/2018 04:28 PM
barbsteff:
Elegant and wise in its simplicity and understatement.
Posted 11/20/2018 12:40 PM
Jean Colonomos:
Thanks for this calming poem.
Posted 11/20/2018 10:20 AM
cork:
We do have those moments--so much beauty in simplicity!
Posted 11/20/2018 08:32 AM
Larry Schug:
A subtle manifestation of a soul.
Posted 11/20/2018 06:42 AM


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