Doing
This busyness
This making of lists...
How many light switches
must be pushed
to empty the house
of nothingness?
How many
vanilla moons
ignored
for inner peace?
How many checks,
clicks,
doors closed
before it is
done,
really done?
How many
shiny surfaces
polished
to mimic
the glisten
of starlight?
Realize
the inside
is empty and
clean.
It is the
frantic fear
of time passing
that is full
and messy
with life.
(I have no idea what this means...)
Tabor, this early morning - it speaks to me. I do know what it means - but do not have the words to share of what it is saying to my heart. You have a way with words!! A cooler day in store :)
ReplyDeleteHa! I thought of someone with OCD who couldn't leave a room without everything being spotless and all things in their proper place. Even the light switches have to be in the right configuration! Outside of their environment...messy. No control of others and their spaces.
ReplyDeleteHugs
SueAnn
I too, get frantic sometimes at the crazy fast passing of life. You get so busy you don't realize and then BAM! You look back and say "Where did the time go?"
ReplyDeleteThat's how I feel sometimes too.
ReplyDeleteAwe---LISTS, turn things OFF, turn things ON, etc. etc. etc. Reminded me of the things we go through when we go on vacation... turn off the AC and fans; turn off the water heater; turn off the water outside of the house (came home to a leak in the yard once); fix the timers on the inside lights to make it look like someone is home; water the plants; wind the clocks; etc. etc. etc.. That list never ends...
ReplyDeleteWell---life is like that ---but we can't turn it on or off, can we???? It just keeps coming and we just do what we can in our own little lives to keep some 'normality' (whaever in heck that is)... ha
Hugs,
Betsy
No? So where did it come from? Your subconscious?
ReplyDeleteIt fairly clear to me what you are saying.
A perfect woman's poem. We spend way too much time polishing and list making, fooling ourselves that we had control of time.
ReplyDeleteI am glad that you took the time to write. Now don't you feel better?
Great poem, I know what it means to me; I would echo "One Woman's Journey" and "sandy from gardenpath" I couldn't have said it better :)
ReplyDeleteFidgety comes to my mind.
ReplyDeleteI admire your poetic abilities. I didn't get that in my genetic makeup. :)
But I love it!
ReplyDeleteIf I am really following you, we will be going to Baltimore next to visit Joe's sister.
Did you see the shell tree on Assateague?
I do.
ReplyDeleteAre you heading home? Are you home? :) I tried so hard to get shots of kayakers and the moon yesterday but the moon was too high.
It is the reason I love to go out after dark to close up the chickens and goats and pause in the dark to view the moon and stars and drink in what is left of the previously busy day.
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