Tuesday, June 22, 2010
To Cool the Soul
Convinced that a memory of sensation will pry
free the strangle hold parching my will,
I stop the stir of the pot and guarding of the time
as I dream to gather rain and flood me.
Determined to absorb that rushing downpour
deep into my veins and wring out my burden,
I place my worn hands on the crying window
as I ache to empty me and rain dance.
Back on the poetry quickfire bandwagon again. As I'm trying to get this poem out, I'm telling two of my children to please let Mama have "her time." It's challenging sometimes to let that whole poetic me come out to "play" when the kids are pushing for the everyday me to get this or that. Hope this poem makes some sense. It feels rough, but you know what? So do I right now. Can you tell that the kids are home very early these days? LOL. Two more days until summer vacation. Am I ready? Watch out for that next downpour, I may be very tempted to dance a little on my deck :)