pulling oxygen from the air
giving it back
waves upon the shore
dawn arising
how many more beats
how many more breaths
to seed and harvest
and do it again
and again
under sun
and rain
before the great seasons
before the accounting
so we hope
This poem is not very good and this is by no means false modesty. I post it for one significant reason: in 81 days, this is the first time that even the idea of a poem has entered my mind and I found the desire to open a page and type a few words. Like a homecoming it felt, to write again.
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Sitting at my desk upstairs, looking upon the snow on a sunny day, my dear Maria was lying in the sun, under the window, her big belly rising and falling, peacefully asleep.
and by the way . . .
I know my blogging behavior has been erratic and I will make no excuses. Please accept my apologies and know that I appreciate you guys more than I know to say. Thank you for sticking by me. So many wonderful online friends.
And for those wondering, my blog is still public. When I go private, those that have asked will get invites. Thanks for asking.
So glad to hear that the urge to write, create is returning to you. As I see it, which means nothing, creativity is trying to reemerge. Fighting it's way through the meds. Relax, don't try and help it or force it, it will emerge on it's own, and when it does you will be more appreciative of your talents, as the rest of us already are.
As always the thoughts and prayers will continue
Tight Hugs and an evergrowing heart!!!
hH
day 106 here
LotL, felt good to write a poem. I have to remind myself to stay the course when it seems no progress is being made. Thanks for checking in.
The urge speaks volumes. Urge. It grows.
Yes, please, Tree. I will always want to know of you, how you are, what you write of. I'm considering getting away from blogging entirely, but perhaps you would include me?
eabones@hotmail.com
xo
erin
Erin, I would always include you. Hugs my friend.
I wouldn't deign to critique your poetry EVER. I'm not poetic. I have no frame of reference. I do, however, know about people and trouble and love and falling down and rising again. Just write when it hits you. If it's shit, so what? If it's good stuff, YAY. Write. It's what you do, Maria snoozing at your side. I'm glad you confirmed the e-mail address connection.... and do it again..
To see this poem, to read the your thoughts beneath it, it was so indescribably gladdening to know this, the urge, brought pleasure.
The definition of good, of beauty, can have many facets, I hesitate to say anything at all in regard to quality, appreciating its meaning and influence for the reasons you stated, and yet, just one thing - one might say the definition of 'good' is that nothing need be added, nothing taken away, nothing changed in order for it to move, flow, be received, touch, be understood, stand, live and breathe - so, this is not just one, though that one was more than enough, absolutely great and welcome and desired and fortunate and wonderful, but it is the other too. It has great presense.
My verification is rightcat, which reminded me of something that always makes me smile to think of. I was doing some research a couple of months ago, looking at old church records and came across a name change - I wish I could remember the original name, for it was so very 'opposite', something akin to Harold, Barney and the surname was similar...anyway, short story long, amongst these long lists of Bettys and Margretes, Pouls and Niels', was a mr Ringo Coolcat.
yes, well
Sweet dreams, Poppet.
Sitting at my desk upstairs, looking upon the snow on a sunny day, my dear Maria was lying in the sun, under the window, her big belly rising and falling, peacefully asleep.
:-) Brings happiness to watch.
To me, the poem is beautiful. It's both powerful and simple. You have captured the essence of the thing with a minimum amount of words. Most importantly, I'm thrilled that you had the urge to write.
Tree, I LOVE your new avatar. Very cool! It's very good news you are getting your inspiration back.
Blog when ya want to. There are no rules. ;)
--snow
i know you think your poem is not "very good" - but i cannot agree, it is true and powerful, its simplicity speaks to my heart. i love especially this part:
and do it again
and again
under sun
and rain
before the great seasons
before the accounting
Thank you Roxana. I send you hugs and kisses and maybe chocolates and flowers too. :-)
i've just eaten chocolate but more is always welcome :-)
and flowers, and kisses! so sweet of you...
i am smiling now!
I'm smiling that you are smiling. Sometimes I forget how good it feels to smile. I look forward to a time when the smiles come easy as sunrise. Mwah!
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