It's been a while since I've posted, but I've managed to get so caught up in life that I haven't taken the time to catch my thoughts on paper. Tonight, I feel like they were caught for me.
I can't sleep. I keep thinking I need to get more rest, but then I can't sleep. Over the past few weeks I have had an overwhelming desire to slow life down...I always seem to volunteer for everything, never saying no. Most of my friends have this problem as well. We live for activity and variety, energetic anti-boredom crusaders. I don't even like the word crusaders.
I want to spend more time with my husband...to really listen to him, not just to say what we need to in order to accomplish that day's tasks. I want to make a tent in my living room and hide out for a couple months. I want to be held upside down over little purple flowers until I laugh so hard I can't breathe...
just to
be
joy suspended
waiting
on
high air
breathing in
the moment
the arc
the swing
at zenith
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Beautiful poem. Stunning use of line breaks.
Thanks, r.fuel. It's rather ironic I read your comment this morning as I'm teaching your "How to Write" pieces this morning in class. I paired them with Falnnery O'Connor.
You're really using those things?
I did. I taught tone and irony using them. My class laughed heartily at the mail order Russian bride comments. I like to use things that are relevant to their daily lives to present concepts, so yours were perfect...most of them blog or read blogs.
Thank you. It's a huge compliment. And to be paired with Flannery O'Connor... [swoon]
On another note, I've read this post a couple more times since my initial comment, and I love the third line. Joy suspended. Love it.
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