Poem and apology
I have been lax...no, more than lax, I have been remiss in not posting more, and more frequently. I might make all sorts of excuses, but the reality is that I have simply not had the energy or interest in my own life to inflict that ennui on others, especially on others about whom I care. I will try to be better, though I promise nothing.
The first two lines of this poem have been percolating in the back of my mind for several months now and they finally boiled over. It may seem a bit bleak and triste, but I really don't think it is. Often poems have a life of their own and have nothing to do with how or what I am feeling. Its not very Christmasy, but then, neither am I.
LEAVES
The days whirl around me
Like the bright colored leaves of Autumn
Dry and brittle
And I clutch and grab
And try to hold one, slow one down
So I can see what is happening
And, maybe, change it
But it crumbles and falls through my fingers
And blows away
The weeks, months, years spin ever faster
And nothing I can do will delay them
Until one day they will all be gone
And the bright leaves will cover
Where they lay me, and I will finally
Have the time to examine them one by one
And savor the differences in each
And the similarities
And the bright colors
12 December 2005
I hope that each of you on my friends list will have a good holiday and that you get not just what you want, but what you truly need in the coming year.
Be well,
Mac
The first two lines of this poem have been percolating in the back of my mind for several months now and they finally boiled over. It may seem a bit bleak and triste, but I really don't think it is. Often poems have a life of their own and have nothing to do with how or what I am feeling. Its not very Christmasy, but then, neither am I.
LEAVES
The days whirl around me
Like the bright colored leaves of Autumn
Dry and brittle
And I clutch and grab
And try to hold one, slow one down
So I can see what is happening
And, maybe, change it
But it crumbles and falls through my fingers
And blows away
The weeks, months, years spin ever faster
And nothing I can do will delay them
Until one day they will all be gone
And the bright leaves will cover
Where they lay me, and I will finally
Have the time to examine them one by one
And savor the differences in each
And the similarities
And the bright colors
12 December 2005
I hope that each of you on my friends list will have a good holiday and that you get not just what you want, but what you truly need in the coming year.
Be well,
Mac