spoonful of sugar
An afternoon that swallows time. Even when I beg, there is
no more. Deadlines and desideritas, my life.
I take myself too seriously. Ponder things that can’t be solved. Worship silence and sanctuary when there is none. Too many moments pass while I stare out my window.
A garden that grows without me. A tale that was not true.
A mystery that has no answer. My life.
A series of situations. A corner that keeps my secrets. A broom
that sweeps almost nothing clean. My life.
Some days overwhelm me. Some days wait to be taken.
Some days sing songs that only I can hear. Some days I sit on
the floor and weep. This is not my imagination.
A forest that leaves light unspoken. A tree that whispers platitudes. A fern that grows in shadow. My life.
A sunbeam filled with dancers. A teardrop left unclaimed.
A glimpse of mediocrity. My life.
Dreams that claim my sleep the way lovers claim their hearts.
Things I cannot have lined up before me. Things I do not want
stand next in line.
A comfort that eludes me. A melody of words that have no tune.
A signature I do not recognize. My life.
A smile on my lips, of strawberries and wine.
A summer day that does not end.
I stand here, waiting.
June 30th, 2010 at 1:26 pm
Ok, that’s it, you have coerced me into shutting off my computer and enjoying my surroundings for a while. 🙂
June 30th, 2010 at 1:40 pm
You really do have a way with words. I love your posts!
June 30th, 2010 at 1:40 pm
And – why did this make me cry?? Maybe – it’s my life too???
June 30th, 2010 at 2:03 pm
That song you mention, could you hum a few bars for me? I’m waiting, too, but the surrounds do not compare. Of course I am waiting in the cardiologist’s waiting room. That could have something to do with it.
June 30th, 2010 at 3:10 pm
I am enjoying your blog 🙂 So thoughtful.
June 30th, 2010 at 5:18 pm
Your poetic expression wraps itself around me in the most wondrous way. You have such a gift. You ARE such a gift. Thank you.
June 30th, 2010 at 8:03 pm
HHHmmmm
June 30th, 2010 at 8:37 pm
I liked how you ended this with hope amid the melancholy. At the end of the day, I can’t ask for more than some hope of a better tomorrow…
June 30th, 2010 at 8:51 pm
I sometimes feel I can be in your garden with you.
June 30th, 2010 at 9:59 pm
Well, since sticking my neck out has often been my MO… even when whacked often…
I’m just going to day this, and I know that you know what I mean:
Don’t be Margaret Atwood.
(And you still are one of my favorite writers. So there.)
June 30th, 2010 at 11:22 pm
“a garden that grows without me” . . . leaves a smile on MY lips, says I can walk away. You too. It will grow if the rain will keep it watered, and if not, there will be other seeds to plant. Let the corner keep your secrets. Throw the broom away. Don’t wait. There is a gate in the garden wall.
July 1st, 2010 at 9:48 am
Fantastic. Beautiful. Kudos to you. 🙂
July 1st, 2010 at 9:58 pm
an unclaimed teardrop…..oh kelly…..that is amazing !
and it stopped in its tracks right in the middle to my heart…..