Saturday, October 11, 2008

To Live at a Different Time in History for Sunday Scribblings

Today

I found a stray
hair on my chin,

noticed that I need
a color soon,

had to suck my tummy
in to fasten my jeans,

dreamed about being
young again

then looked out the window.
Pine needles had made

a brown shag carpet
all around our camp site,

the sun was sifting
through leaves

all mango and cantaloupe.
I heard the siren lure

of a train whistle
and realized

I’d rather stay
right here

in my October
writing this poem.

24 comments:

Terrie said...

Thank you for all of your nice comments on my blog. I bet your students love you!

mspennylane said...

Those are some lovely thoughts. When we are able just to savour the beauty of the moment as it is on its own then that really is special.

keiths ramblings said...

There's no time like the present. A nice read

Stan Ski said...

What a luxury - to be able to hold a moment and make it last.

Heidi Alfonzo said...

Truly inspiring! Love the words and the flow of it all. Truly precious!

texasblu said...

Enjoyed - and totally agree!

gautami tripathy said...

I agree! Nothing like living in the present!

if you only recycled coke cans

anthonynorth said...

Beautiful thoughts there. To be happy in the present is the best a person can ask for.

linda may said...

Very good. It makes perfect sense to me. :)

Robin said...

Just lovely. For all that I've aged and look every day of it, I wouldn't change the life that got me to this point.

Rambler said...

rather stay in what we are..nice take on the prompt

Crafty Green Poet said...

oh yes, well said...

Dar said...

Great poem Linda. I agree completely and while it's nice to think about being young again, I'm glad to have what I do right at this minute.

Tammy said...

I have really missed your poetry this summer. I'm bookmarking your blog so I can learn. I like where I am too. :)

missalister said...

Well, yeah! What soul could bear to leave the sun sifting down...all mango and cantaloupe? Too delicious! :-)

B. Roan said...

I wholeheartedly agree. Sounds like a beautiful place to be. BJ

Marty E. said...

There you go....no time like the present...what are we saying to those ewe're with if we talk of being meant to be somewhere else?

tumblewords said...

It IS, isn't it? Lovely poem!!

susan said...

Linda,
Like you I have grown comfortable in my skin (except those times I have to unbutton the jeans). Love the acceptance and peace here.

Divinedesign said...

Loved this. Reminds me that we need look no further than to nature for change, yet we resist it so much.

Fantasies of a Lifetime said...

loved the poem , y go to any other time when today is so perfect !

Jo said...

Lovely. I have thoughts like all of these too.

Beth said...

Your poem celebrates the process of looking back, creates just a little wistfulness, and then affirms a lovely "now". The close observations really sing!

paisley said...

it is comfy,, as long as you just feel and do your best not to think.....

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