January 17, 2004
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centering,
balancing,
waking in the night,
slowly forgetting how to
be intimate,
quieting,
sharpening boundaries,
sifting through
thousands of memories
floating up like bits of
lint from dusty places in
the heart,
I struggle toward a
loving god.
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Deep Thought: I wish I would have a real tragic love affair and get so bummed out that I’d just quit my job and become a bum for a few years, because I was thinking about doing that anyway.
Today I am grateful for: Senior discounts
Comments (6)
The “aloneness” in this poem shouts its sadness. This makes me hurt. I can’t get past the line “slowly forgetting how to/ be intimate.” It can happen, even when another person is standing right there beside you.
Hmmm, I liked the same line terrimae quotes there. But I didn’t hurt at all. I felt rather relieved. Our brand of intimacy, more often than not, needs to be forgotten so something better can take its place. But that’s just how it looks out my kitchen window.
quieting
sharpening boundaries,
sifting through
thousands of memories
floating up like bits of
lint from dusty places in
the heart,
This aptly decribes my last twenty years…processing the incidents that formed my character and life, drawing lines where needed, trying to grow from the painful things. Very well written. Thank you!
Beautiful images. Love this poem.
When I read your Deep Thought I first read “…quit my job and become a NUN for a few years.” How weird is that. heh. Maybe it would amount to the same thing?
T
what a beautiful poem! Hope you are enjoying your weekend! We are supposed to have sun again tomorrow! Woo hoo!!
your gift inspires awe. thank you for the moment of thought, sense and beauty