.It's November and it seems to me there is sadness in the air. Not just mine, and not just a sadness you can recognize or even challenge: this is more like a familiar blanket that wants to cover the outside, maybe for protection, maybe in honor of a time past or of something lost.
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The last few days on the blogs--on my favorite wonderful blogs--there has been honesty, poetry, and inspiration about feeling less than chipper fine. I'll take those three gifts anytime.
.So here is Poem # 5: not so silly today but surely no one expects silly from me ALL the time :)
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The words spill out and over
Like floating cherrios
In an undersized bowl.
Then:
I cherished my own tenderness
nourishing me calm and wild;
Lifting me up and outside myself,
But too far, too far.
Now:
Secure and grounded
But when the view does not excite
I turn the corner and there I am
Still looking, still wishing:
Too far,too far.
The words spill out and over
Like floating cherrios
In an undersized bowl.
Then:
I cherished my own tenderness
nourishing me calm and wild;
Lifting me up and outside myself,
But too far, too far.
Now:
Secure and grounded
But when the view does not excite
I turn the corner and there I am
Still looking, still wishing:
Too far,too far.
Lovely. No you can't be silly all the time. I find sadness is welcome as well as joy. It is bound to come, but know it will also leave just as quickly.xoxo
ReplyDeleteI totally get the blanket of sadness KJ... It happens to me every autumn... the dying of plants and trees losing their leaves. The dark and dismal rainy days... I go inside so much more... introspective I guess...
ReplyDeleteHey wouldn't it be fun if I came for a visit! : )
Love & Hugs to you ~
Pattee
I like your pemvery much.This time of the year does have it own sort of sweet sadness.
ReplyDeleteYou're preachin' to the choir dear friend.♥ A tough month so far for me too. But hey, here is my 2 minute poetic effort. And remember, I don't have a grasp on grammar, meters, nuthin! Okay. No judgin' ;)
ReplyDeleteI'm overcome by disappointment
Must be something in the ointment
To ease my aches
And pains and woes
And rights me when
I'm in the throes
Of disappointment
Towards myself
Time to put this
On the shelf
I guess for now
Until somehow
I can love life
right here
right now.
smooches!
back to work.
xoxo
Love,
Lo♥
I like to think of it as a time of inward reflection.
ReplyDeleteI see it not as sadness so much as a turn inside for review.
It helps me deal.
With the seasons, we too change. I believe modern man believes he should go and go and go.
It is all prefect... the slowing to prepare.
I love your words that are so effortless or seem to be to me!
Have a great weekend.
I mean perfect not prefect!
ReplyDeletetough days. and no...no silly all the time - au contraire!! have a lovely weekend
ReplyDeleteannie, good for you! i don't welcome sadness and joy equally and quickly for me is not always quickly enough!
ReplyDeletepattee, autumn, yes. you've said this beautifully.
angela, 'sweet sadness' that is a sweet description, but i'm not always able or willing to see it that way!
lo, you my dear friend write fantastic poetry. whatever meters we don't know you're using, you're doing them just right!
marie, i love to follow the way you see things. you are wise. it is indeed turning inward. ♥
mim, one step at a time, together strong....
hahaha! what does it mean that a serious comment has 'drompie' as its word verification? :) :)
ReplyDeleteYeah, less than a week into the month and I'm not pleased! Ack.
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