This poem came to me this morning as I thought about my life in stages.
Pushing Out and Through
Undefined me
eight years of clay
Turn around skating girl
a stronger you awaits.
Stumbling me
eighteen years of questions
Turn around book girl
a wiser you calls.
Bright eyed me
twenty-five years of searching
Turn around wifey girl
a fulfilled you ahead.
Juggling me
forty years of preparing
Turn around mama girl
a knowing you smiles.
I didn't really spend much time editing this poem. I'm going to let it stay as it is for now. Possibly, I'll tweak it some more, but I like how it sounds at this moment. I know that there are more stanzas to be written. Life is a reliable provider of material.
19 comments:
This is just perfect... Though am not much of a poetry guy but i like these lines 'Juggling me
forty years of preparing
Turn around mama girl
a knowing you smiles.'
I LOVE that. It's just beautiful.
You have this just right! Perfect. Don't you love when it just comes out?
As always, I love reading your poems. Kind of like a window to the soul.
So wonderful - I love how clearly you describe the stages of your life. Beautifully done. :)
I think its perfect how it is!
Wow. You are so talented that it just amazes me! =)
Congratulations on your win on PPP! It reminded me of how we protect that part of us that quietly buds until it's ready to burst into bloom.
Oh what a great piece of poetry- and congrats at PPP too!
Leave it as it is, it is perfect, and so true. Hope you are feeling better today and that things are once again good.
Hugs GJ and Carol xx
Great poem, a window into your life. I like the image of spinning around and becoming the next person, the next stage. Very nice.
Beautifully written. Thanks for sharing your heart with us. :)
I like the structure, and I like where it goes. It's simple.. yet pretty complex in idea. Keep going!
Very nice! Loved it.
Oh and glad you're feeling better, sweetums!
I really like this one. What a way to reflect on your growth and motion through life. :)
I can only hope that there are more stanzas yet to write than you can possibly imagine. I enjoyed that one!
I like it! There's a whimsical nature here that calls out: rememberance and expectation. Very nice, septembermom.
Editing? What's editing?
I enjoyed this very much. Espcially "Eight years of clay." And what's nice is that in another 15 or so year, you may have another stanza to add.
I really like this! I don't think it needs much editing ... but hopefully there will be many many stanzas added! Love the concept of this poem!
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