Headed into the storm again.
(All deeds carry a price.)
And though I try to stay remote,
sit still,
be mindful,
wait for wisdom
to illuminate my cluttered mind,
the impact of the past
makes unmistakable ripples
in the present's pool.
If there is one thing
I need now,
it's a clear day,
unlittered
by catastrophe.
uncluttered
by the weight
of fresh disasters.
Clinging to the lifeless past
only buries me deeper
in the muck
of wishing,
story-telling
imagining what is gone
or cannot be.
These are the scenes that haunt me
as I wait for the clouds to part
and reveal the sun.
This was written for The Sunday Whirl.
9 comments:
Sometimes the storm clouds only pass at their own will and pace..being still..waiting..hoping for the sun is a good strategy..wishing you sunny Sunday skies
January 12, 2014 at 11:25 AMYour title truly fits the poem. I really liked the first stanza. Well wordled.
January 12, 2014 at 3:06 PMClinging to the lifeless past - This is a great line and a great image. Time to let go. Well Done
January 12, 2014 at 4:14 PMIt is harder to please ourselves than others. As for the past, we yearn for it hopelessly often missing the sunrise. However there is no denying that the past has made us what we are; and that is very valuable.
January 12, 2014 at 4:30 PMyes, the clouds rarely provide the clarity of the clear day
January 12, 2014 at 4:46 PMI still believe we are twins separated at birth because once again, this is exactly where my thoughts have been.
January 13, 2014 at 7:13 AMGetting the clear day can be a challenge.
January 13, 2014 at 4:21 PMI like this a lot, especially the following:
January 15, 2014 at 6:33 PMClinging to the lifeless past
only buries me deeper
in the muck
of wishing,
story-telling
imagining what is gone
or cannot be.
beautiful... the gathering of thoughts on a cloudy day.... and rising from the ashes on a sunny day...
January 16, 2014 at 4:11 PMPost a Comment