Some things repeat, while others stay the same.
I cull my household goods for something clear.
Each time I move, I'm slightly off my game,
Not knowing what to toss and what is dear.
I cull my household goods for something clear.
Each time I move, I'm slightly off my game,
Not knowing what to toss and what is dear.
So why this angst when none is really due?
I growl, spit and claw; I’ve lost my way.
Look here now in this crack, it’s something true!
Life’s residue builds up, and we go gray.
Ten boxes, readied, taped-up on the floor;
My cat, now furtive, paces back and forth!
Hollow sounds now as I shut the door;
Why do we judge our time in life as worth?
Then how to sum it up in one brief line:
The mind accepts, but feelings undermine.
October 29.2010 (revised)
I growl, spit and claw; I’ve lost my way.
Look here now in this crack, it’s something true!
Life’s residue builds up, and we go gray.
Ten boxes, readied, taped-up on the floor;
My cat, now furtive, paces back and forth!
Hollow sounds now as I shut the door;
Why do we judge our time in life as worth?
Then how to sum it up in one brief line:
The mind accepts, but feelings undermine.
October 29.2010 (revised)
4 comments:
I feel your angst.
Thank you for this, Kay. So poignant. The 'gray' especially has a double-entendre for me.
Incidentally, thank you, too, so much for your kind words on my seal piece.
I like the revision immensely. lora
Seattle, WA
Lovely poem, yes, very poignant, and gray certainly has several meanings...
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