I Begin Again
I stand at the water’s edge
gather my empty bags full of all
I have lost
I look down the road ahead and
fear further loss I hold
tight
From the earth where I stand I
build my castle and each wave
That returns to shore wipes
it away I begin again
I tell my story to the wind I
sing it’s weary song it whistles
along
My days are full I
over plan I never reach
the end of the list
Save something for tomorrow kick
dirt begin again
January 11, 2018
9 comments:
It feels like Sisyphus a bit... sandcastles and boulders on the top of a hill... every day is a new beginning.
I understand about the lists. I never make them because I hate to be reminded of what I have to do. Husband makes dozens of lists and loses half of them and barely makes an inroad on the others. Best to stand by the sea, paddle in the rock pools and start again.
I am struck by the empty bag full of all you have lost. I love that. And yes, each day we begin again. Loved this, Annell.
We just have to take life as it comes. It can be quite stressful otherwise!
Hank
I rarely reach the end of my lists either. I like those empty bags full of what is lost.
This is so incredibly poignant!
That circle again...
Every day is a new beginning and I hope your days are filled with only good things.
I'll go along with Sherry... the empty bags full of all you've lost is an awesome bit of poetic misdirection -- the stuff that makes reading poetry surprising and mind-opening. Great.
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