After the fact I often look back
through a massive waive of anxiety;
did I ruin anything, was there someone
Added to my strain is the sense
I’m stressing all alone on behalf
of all. I wake at four a.m.
an hour too early, to fix what
turns out to be right already.
And then comes that sinking feeling
that before I woke
I was out in a Dingey with no one
around to save me.
On closer inspection after thoughts
come clearer, it may have been a pool
I was in; large Olympic-sized one maybe.
Still the lesson learned:
I’m safer than I knew, did better than I feared,
it’s okay to trust my best efforts
and allow myself much needed restful sleep.
A dirty bird twittered
absurd words for any
He broadcast his thoughts
on the maltreatment of the weak
and what could be done to help them.
For at least thirty minutes
he did rant even to
thin air when no one
pretended to listen.
Finally a waitress intruded
and asked who he thought
he was helping.
Mid-grumble he did groan
looking up from his plate
to attend to her query and say Don’t be absurd; my audience
is me, people only serve
to fuel my frustrations.
The issue on the table
all labored to eschew,
generated a moral concern;
one that burned the hue
of golden red-brown-orange.
Proponents and opponents alike
couldn’t find it in themselves even
to approach agreement.
Finally, each faction backed away from the table
vowing from behind clenched teeth
beneath lying eyes
to return the morrow to discuss things anew.
That promise they made despite knowing
what had come clear to all –
there was no point in talking
with no salvation in sight for
their errant sisters and brothers.
Back story: It’s been a while, but since my goal is to return to me and the stuff I love, I stopped by Three Word Wednesday (only a day late). Today’s words planted themselves quickly and grew into this little diddy. I forgot how much fun it is to play. Hope you like it.
Quiet pursuit of alone time
is continual in the crush and hurry
that is my life —
Covetous am I of even minuscule moments
presenting with nothing and no one
Still, deviant to my solitary nature
an innocuous act with trivial impact
of connecting on social media
catapults me into being
now — forever —
part of something crowded,
much bigger than me
even in only my own company.
And in a not-quite-ironic way, I find I like that.
Gazing into the flame
it came, tangle of a
question, idea, concern, obligation.
Scuttling persistently around my mind
an ambling parade to wake my
worry muscle. The collective
my head, set to defy me
in my quest for emptiness.
Slowly, in the flame
in the tangled mass of thoughts,
a familiar face emerged.
His boyish smile betrayed that
even as I sought
to withhold my audience,
he would say more in his typical
controlling, helpfully annoying style.
Quietly, in the flame
a subtle change in thought
brought a gasp from
the rambling ambling head;
cause unknown since I couldn’t see
far down as his bloodied thigh.
Then poof, he was all gone
leaving me free to meditate
in the moments left to me
before the flame did slip out completely.
For the Big Tent Poetry prompt of Monday 2.28.2011. Challenge is to use one of the following starter phrases and one or all of the wordle words. “Say more ________” “There is also the matter of _________” “He started by __________”
This post is part of my #SHINEonline challenge commitment for 2 posts weekly; 2 of 2 for the 8th week.