this life i lead
up late, working late, back aches,
it’s already past my bedtime
and i’m not finished yet.
hand work, piece by piece,
busy work or works of art
i wish i knew the difference.
and then these words
bubble up to the surface
the way they will
when i forget to watch the pot,
songs and syllables that boil over
and make a mess
one that will stay there for days.
::
night owl, always
wandering through the dark
with no light
feeling my way
along the path i’ve worn
in these floorboards
in this room, in this house, in this life
with one impatient peony
in the garden
already bloomed and withered
before any of the others
have even begun
to open.
June 2nd, 2011 at 8:50 am
night owl…i can relate to that…the walking of the floor boards reminded me of walking my son to sleep when they were little…i wore a path in the floor…smiles. nice imagery
June 2nd, 2011 at 9:18 am
yes, night owl here too … sometimes I wander through the house … my man sleeping … gaze out the windows … sometimes I see a deer and I smile loving the solitude
As always lovely words and imagery Kelly!
June 2nd, 2011 at 9:31 am
oh kelly. this made me almost cry. i can see the peony under the moonlight. i can feel the worn paths of our lives. and of course, words always taste best when we forget them for a while; their messiness is just the price we pay.
June 2nd, 2011 at 10:53 am
Be kind to yourself, Kelly, please remember that. As always, your words are as pretty and soothing as one of your peony’s petals ♥
June 2nd, 2011 at 1:57 pm
Glad to see you in the rally.
your words paint a lovely image for moonlit night.
enjoyed your art/poetry.
Happy Rally.
June 2nd, 2011 at 3:46 pm
great poem. I enjoyed the description of your creative process. I feel I should come back at 230am to leave a comment. Let’s hear it for knight owls.
June 2nd, 2011 at 3:57 pm
I’m a real night owl and if it is full moon it’s even worse 🙂
June 2nd, 2011 at 5:20 pm
love the picture and can very much relate to the impatient peony…as i’m quite impatient myself..smiles
June 2nd, 2011 at 8:30 pm
Beautiful images in those “songs and syllables that boil over and make a mess” Sounds like a wonderful life caught up in care and self-forgetfulness.
June 2nd, 2011 at 8:50 pm
all mothers see their selves in this poem.
the first one to wake up in the morning and the last one to drag her body to bed… all tired and weary from all the days work in the house.
kudus to all the mothers!
June 2nd, 2011 at 9:39 pm
I miss being able to be a night owl. 🙁
June 2nd, 2011 at 10:49 pm
Oh I love that part about the impatient peony. I would be such a one…am such a one. Poems are so like the peony. When they come, they have no parlor to pass time. The demand a presence exactly NOW…that moment they are born between our heartbeats!
June 3rd, 2011 at 12:33 am
Great read – I too often write and other activities late at night as it’s the only time I slow down!
June 3rd, 2011 at 2:39 am
Lovely imagery.
Best wishes.
June 3rd, 2011 at 8:42 am
The poem felt like a song, all I needed was some music, nicely done!
June 3rd, 2011 at 10:40 am
“feeling my way
along the path i’ve worn
in these floorboards
in this room, in this house, in this life” I love this part the rut of everyday living, Beautiful, beautiful poem
June 3rd, 2011 at 2:10 pm
That is rather a decent poem, one that successfully draws us into another life.
regards
Harry
June 3rd, 2011 at 2:29 pm
Busy personified. This is a wonderful read. Anyway, we night owls have to stick together.
June 3rd, 2011 at 3:08 pm
Beautiful 🙂
June 3rd, 2011 at 4:39 pm
i wonder if at some point i’ll become a night owl….right now i can’t imagine, but my best friend says it’s her most favorite part of any day…all alone while her hubby sleeps.
June 4th, 2011 at 6:11 pm
Very nice.
Love the vivid images.
Thanks for sharing.
June 5th, 2011 at 6:19 am
“and then these words
bubble up to the surface
the way they will
when i forget to watch the pot”
This is a wonderful verse! We cannot always be watching the pot…loved it!
June 5th, 2011 at 11:44 am
Night owl too ! I love this poem and the peony is beautiful.
June 5th, 2011 at 6:10 pm
Night owl definitely fits me, insomnia sees to that one. And the way words “boil over” I’m sure all poets know that one. Brilliant poem, especially how most people can relate to many aspects of it. Really enjoyed reading it.
The Lonely Recluse.
June 6th, 2011 at 9:00 am
What a lovely way in poetry that you demonstrate the beauty of your identity. It is powerful and lovely. Oh and you certainly have the spot on take of just what multi tasking has done to our equlibrium! Great great poem! Cindy
June 6th, 2011 at 6:22 pm
I like it! I feel the same way too!
Time never seemed to be enough and it seems like there are many things we need to do!
Thanks for penning your thoughts!
Happy Rally!
June 6th, 2011 at 8:13 pm
Wonderful piece! “Monotony” is a pain. That is what I got from this write.
August 5th, 2011 at 7:41 am
I love your words and images. The site’s not bad either. ; ) (hooked)