Morning poem
Free floating anxiety stresses around
until it finds a mark
-money – now there’s an issue -
there’s never enough of that
and I could always worry some more
about what a bad mother I’ve been.
There’s always fuel for that fire.
I could resurect some memory
of a mortifying moment from my past,
give it a twist,
and cast myself,yet again,
into a position of failure.
The list of potential worries
is endless really.
It’s only limited by my imagination.
Then again -
it’s a late winter morn.
Gnarled old fruit trees reach for the skies
branches bare of leaves.
Sprays of white blossom catch the light
punctuating the twisted black stems.
Birds tweet and warble.
Dew clings to the unmown lawn
- a carpet of sparkles.
The tin roof on a neighbouring cottage
is shadowy. Icy.
A climbing rose reaches out towards it,
one lone bloom trembling.
Live in the moment, the holy men say.
They have a point.
Simply beautiful and representative of so many women’s hearts. You are not alone in your worries or the number you can imagine.
I love “the sprays of white blossoms…punctuating the twisted black stems.” I liked this poem so muchn that I am now going to read it again!
Sally
July 28, 2009 at 4:41 am
The passage below says it all…it happens, I’m sure to all of us.
I could ressurect some memory
of a mortifying moment from my past,
give it a twist,
and cast myself,yet again,
into a position of failure.
Keep up the good work.
Vi
woodnymph
July 28, 2009 at 2:31 pm
You skipped the morning pages exercise and went right to work and produced something good – a familiar voice – so much to worry about, or rejoice about – we can choose our attitudes, if not our circumstances. Love the carpet of sparkles description too. One of my favorite writers, Kent Nerburn, says something like, “We don’t all live holy lives, but we all live lives full of holy moments:, Like the one you described so well….
kvwordsmith
July 28, 2009 at 3:26 pm
this is so lyrical and beautiful–and I am glad I am not the only one who shows up for morning pages and ends up doing something else instead
Tabitha
July 30, 2009 at 5:17 pm
I love this. Says so much. I, too, worry so much even when worrying is not necessary. It is nice to know I am not alone
Sarah Joyce Bryant
August 8, 2009 at 2:41 pm