post-a-poem, april fourteen
i'm enshrouded
in sunlight
and silence
ensconced
in warmth
and words
looking for the warm patch
of light on the
floor
with which to sit
and
be
no more.
in sunlight
and silence
ensconced
in warmth
and words
looking for the warm patch
of light on the
floor
with which to sit
and
be
no more.
post-a-poem, april thirteen
i think i need to
delve deeper to find you
my blue eyed girl
my urchin
my song...
as your years go up
my pedestal goes down
and i need to work harder
to make it strong
(i am your mother
you are my daughter...)
i don't want to lose you
in the waves of the day
i don't want to have been too busy to hear you
as the crush carries you further away
instead i will slow myself to listen
i will still myself, i will hear,
and i will stay.
delve deeper to find you
my blue eyed girl
my urchin
my song...
as your years go up
my pedestal goes down
and i need to work harder
to make it strong
(i am your mother
you are my daughter...)
i don't want to lose you
in the waves of the day
i don't want to have been too busy to hear you
as the crush carries you further away
instead i will slow myself to listen
i will still myself, i will hear,
and i will stay.
setback but back on track
for ages
when really it has only been days.
i am back now
but i feel a little out of my loop,
off my track,
loose and wobbly
my wheels spinning in every other direction
except poetry...
i am thinking bathroom renovation,
garden planting, landscaping,
paint scraping, recipe making...
i am going to push myself to get back
on the poetry track and finish out the month
but not sure if it will happen or not...
and eight is totally better...
back to school and to playing outside
and to being his usual goofy, sweet self...
thank you for all the sweet comments left...
it means a lot.
xo
thursday already.
the poems are taking a backseat...
as is the knitting,
the card making,
the blog reading...the blog writing.
picture taking,
flickr surfing,
all of that is waiting...
eight fell off the bike rack
at school and bumped his head
and apparently has a second grade
concussion...has been listless and
sick ever since...
i really just don't know what to do with myself...
i am wandering around
worrying about him...
wondering if i am doing enough,
should i be doing more...
can i be doing more?
is this something that just has to
run it's course as the doctor said
or should i take him in again...
gah...
it is painful to watch him so
sleepy and sad
and not himself.
as is the knitting,
the card making,
the blog reading...the blog writing.
picture taking,
flickr surfing,
all of that is waiting...
eight fell off the bike rack
at school and bumped his head
and apparently has a second grade
concussion...has been listless and
sick ever since...
i really just don't know what to do with myself...
i am wandering around
worrying about him...
wondering if i am doing enough,
should i be doing more...
can i be doing more?
is this something that just has to
run it's course as the doctor said
or should i take him in again...
gah...
it is painful to watch him so
sleepy and sad
and not himself.
