FRIDAY 55
There she stands,
amidst the chaos of family,
soothing a crying girl.
There she sits
paying bills
planning to feed a family
on what remains.
There she stands
behind her work desk,
greeting people in pain,
sending them along.
There she sits
at rest
letting words
ebb and flow
to wash
and clarify
her days.
DA COUNT
April is National Poetry Month. It's a meager offering of a 55 but it sums up what blogging, literature, poetry do for me. Since it's poetry month I'll just keep it to that for the purpose of Da Count. It satisfies my spirit come across a poem that either brings me a new perspective on something simple that I previously took for granted, or to find one that perfectly expresses a particular thought, feeling, or experience for me. I've dabbled in writing my own poetry on and off for years.
It's a little ironic that those of you who read me regularly know more about that side of me than the folks I interact with face to face. I just don't share that part too much with the people around me for a number of reasons. Honestly, I didn't expect to share much of that here when I began blogging. I have no delusions of great skill. I write poetry for myself but it's been nice to occasionally put something out there and have positive feedback. I thank you for that.
Whether it's poetry from a famous poet, from some of you who share yours, or my own I'm counting it for the power it has to speak to my heart and my mind.
25 comments:
Trini...
I'm always honored to have you play on Friday.
You write from the heart, and we all feel your pain and joy.
Loved your 55.
Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Week-End...
Hey Wait a Minute...
Did you just let me see your Yahtzees?
Or was it Bingo and Bongo?
Cool homage to writing for Poetry Month. Can relate to the need to write, especially after a long, hectic day. Great 55.
Wonderfully written. It is amazing how blogland saves my family and friends from being tortured into reading all my poetry and looking at all my photos. :)
let it pour out...feel that way after many a day...
Poetry rocks! Why? I am not even sure why. I write poems too and have since I was a little girl. I just don't know why!
For me writing poems are like catching a cold: the urge comes on suddenly and out of my control like a virus.
So I guess reading a poem is like catching someone else's cold!
Achoo. Thanks!
But you do it so well. . .
I am no kind of poet, but I do occasionally come across one that I really like. And that has included several of yours. . .
Thanks.
That seems a sad little poem Michelle. I hope things are OK with you? - Dave
Good one! sad, true- and thanks!
I'm the same way. People who know me in real life would be astonished that I dabble in poetry.
I think anyone who writes yet has to deal with everything else as well can relate to that--and how many have the luxury of just writing? Precious few, I'd think. And the other things we do are perhaps more important to others--poetry is, as you say, something we do mostly for ourselves. But it helps us with everything else, so imo, it's a win/win for everyone. Nice 55.
I think it's very interesting how guarded many writers are - it's so much easier to share the self with perfect strangers.
Loved this, it really resonates!
I empathize, Lime. I find it much easier to share my poetry here, in this poetry-friendly blogging community, than it is for me to share it with family and friends in the 3-D world.
this is a beautiful 55. very well written
My family does not care about my writing. My creativity. But that does not stop me from writing. I know I am good!
order of the day
Writing to me is a lot like talking.
'Cept with speling erorrs.
I confess that I have occasionally dabbled in poetry, but momma got mad & made me clean up my own mess.
I think the best writing poetry or not comes from the heart. Glad you feel comfortable to share and share in the struggles of life.
Have a great weekend and thanks for the encouragement
Moonie
Your poetry is always a spontaneous overflow. So is most of your writing! & we all love it!
Yeah, I understand the part about relative strangers as opposed to co-workers and the like. When I began blogging, I was embarrassed to tell folks I actually knew. But, after a while, they were embarrassed for me, so it all worked out :-)
This poem had such a somber undertone. She seems to be watching the world pass by, but i don't get the sense she is willing to let herself live. Interesting... I am enjoying my first flash 55.
Lime, you are amazing. I'm honored to be a part of your life--even if it is just through blogging. :)
And that trip with Mr. Lime...what a riot!!!
--snow
I'm inspired now...and I shall share an excerpt from my favorite poet...
"I do not like green eggs and ham, I do not like them Sam I am"
your talent is obvious here.
very fine tuned 55.
keep it up.
We love you and your poetry.
I like poems that speak plainly about life, as this one does.
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