Here is another poem I wrote back when I was on the Cape last month.Edge
Day after day
I do nothing
but sit in the yard and watch
the marsh water rise and fall,
listen to the hour toll in the village steeple,
watch the kayakers in bright colors
paddle quietly among ducks and swans.
If only I could accept myself,
the being I am
I would be in paradise.
photos: blighted leaves, but such a pretty pattern
33 comments:
Suki, your poem is wonderful. I love it. It says so much and paints a picture so calm and natural. Also the doubts are so natural. Beautiful words, love, Andrea
thanks andrea. I hope you are enjoying your vacation in Germany.
Your poem is so wise. xoxo
lovely poem...really lovely ;-)
Thanks Annie. I am not feeling very wise today so am glad to read your comment.
Hey Mary, thank you so much.
Doing nothing may actually be doing something- I find when I come out of the "nothing phase" things have changed, because I have. Its like things have composted. Great poem about paradise identified.
Great poem and yes the patterns are pretty on the leaves. Sorry about the house being gone.
I agree with Leslie.
Sometimes nothing is the most productive. Only you can know,,,
Very poignant, the poem.
Sitting and watching
waiting
relaxing
enjoying
all sounds idelic to me
as for accepting oneself
oh to be so self actualized
Mazlov would be so proud of us
if only
paradise awaits
???
;-)
beautiful touching poem
beautiful spotted leaves
blight is beautiful
I'm having a give away on my blog today, I hope you will come and see.
thanks Leslie. well, as an INFP, I forget what they stand for except I meaning introvert, I do and have been doing a lot of sitting. I realize some of it is good and I enjoy it so much too. But I need right now a bit more "gall" energy to get my major task doen before winter. I've been the grasshopper and now need to be the ant.
thanks Cris. Of course there is the chance that the people's offer will fall through for one reason or another. But I THINK I might be gearing up to put in an offer on something in Yarmouth, which I didnt show a picture of. Rebound. Take action.
lynn thanks for your thoughts. I have actually been working for the last 20 yrs on coming to know myself, to be content with myself and to "self-actualize." I know myself so bloody well. However, I suppose if I placed myself in an entirely new circumstance, such as being in a foreign country where I dont speak the language, I would again need to explore who I am and learn new things about myself.
Not that that "task" is ever finished of course.
My dear friend . . . seeing beauty in a blighted leaf shows you are full of hope and long to see positive in all situations. I share that with you.
I see something enviable in all the quietness you have . . . learn to enjoy the still gift.
Deeply haunting poem. The truth flows in rivulets from your very lie as you gaze off into the blurry distance. Look around at the focus and find a sweetness to savor.
Be well, my sweet friend . . . peacefully well.
OH DO TELL. HOW EXCITING. Where is Yarmouth? Sounds Beachy.
That beautiful poem definitely resonates with me.
This is a very visual poem. I really like it. I sometimes feel this way.
such a long journey ahead of us all...
loved your poem, Suki...
more than two months ago i saw your new house in my dream... a very beautiful portrait of a woman had been painted on its roof... and it was shown on the news...
Debbie thank you for your kind words. I do love and cherish the quietness, for sure. Interspersed now and then with a bit of racket. But i always then can come home again to quiet.
cris, Yarmouth is on Cape Cod and actually this little house is near a beach. I will post about it if I do make an offer.
thanks M. Heart
Lisa thanks. I tend to be a very visual writer whether prose or poetry.
human being, hello. I love that dream. Yes, a house with a woman painted on the roof. I am laughing with joy. Blessings to you, Suki
What a beautiful poem Suki!
Accepting oneself is the most difficult of tasks. I'm still working on that.
Your poem clearly describes paradise and doing very little in paradise is acceptable.
Your mottled leaves remind me of all of us...perfect in our imperfection. Be well and have a nice weekend.
I, too, spend too much time kicking myself in the behind...time wasted fretting...but I still haven't gotten to my basement...maybe I enjoy being kicked in the ass?
And your Edge poem, speaks of feelings we must have all had from time to time, and the imagery is dreamlike and full of pondering
I love this too Suki. You have expressed what a lot of us feel about ourselves. The answer to doubts is to take action - the artist Pissaro said (I found his quote only today) that he was happy because he worked constantly and never had time to get pensive. He processed it all, or transmuted it, into something beautiful...
Marianne, thanks.
Katie Jane, I suppose accepting oneself is a lifelong project since at different times and in differing circumstances different aspects of our self arise to be looked at. I think we are or can be a continual surprise to ourself. If that makes any sense.
Blue Sky, thanks. I guess I am mostly in paradise then as I do very little. Or am doing so right now.:)
thank you for your reflections on my poem, Teri. If you mean your actual basement (and not the basement of your metaphorical self) perhaps getting a few friends to come over and help would get things moving?
Patti, thanks for that Pissaro quote. I have often wished I had the "workaholic's" energy pattern as from my passive personality it seems like,yes, many things could get worked through by work. At times I admit I have workaholic phases in which I flow from one task to another with little pause. But then i seem to have very long rest periods where I tend to do little. Or at least it appears to me as if little is happening although another part of me knows lots is --just hidden.
aceptance is the hardest thing in the world, i always thought you had accepted yourself long ago, you always seem so wise to me and so 'together'.
I can't believe the intensity of the green in those leaves. Wow!
Your last lines really say it all.
When we accept ourselves, we ARE in paradise~no matter the surroundings.
Very beautiful Suki.
soulbrush thank you. the thing is new circumstances arise and then I question myself all over again. sometimes my little brain chatters to itself about how dumb i am etc etc. Usually I can rebound pretty quickly but sometimes I can sit in front of beauty and not see it as I am beating myself up for something or other.
lolo well said. paradise is but an acceptance away. well, it is here anyway, we just arent' seeing it sometimes.
Lovely poem.
Today I sat outside for a half hour watching a bald eagle lazily circling higher and higher. Wondering what he was thinking... then I realized he was just experiencing the lift of the wind under his wings... during that time of watching I was worry free.
chewy, I wonder if that is the same bald eagle that is said to hang out near Brattleboro? I love your wonderful, peaceful time of watching him.
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