Poem The Ideal

[greenstorm]

Not a 'pretty' poem, but very evocative of some of the good bits of life.

In the Middle
Barbara Crooker

of a life that's as complicated as everyone else's,
struggling for balance, juggling time.
The mantle clock that was my grandfather's
has stopped at 9:20; we haven't had time
to get it repaired. The brass pendulum is still,
the chimes don't ring. One day you look out the window,
green summer, the next, and the leaves have already fallen,
and a grey sky lowers the horizon. Our children almost grown,
our parents gone, it happened so fast. Each day, we must learn
again how to love, between morning's quick coffee
and evening's slow return. Steam from a pot of soup rises,
mixing with the yeasty smell of baking bread. Our bodies
twine, and the big black dog pushes his great head between;
his tail is a metronome, 3/4 time. We'll never get there,
Time is always ahead of us, running down the beach, urging
us on faster, faster, but sometimes we take off our watches,
sometimes we lie in the hammock, caught between the mesh
of rope and the net of stars, suspended, tangled up
in love, running out of time.

Each day, we must learn again how to love, indeed.

I'm /relaxed/ lately. Weird, huh?

Comments

[silverseastar.livejournal.com]

I really like that poem, so much like my life since children came along.

[greenstorm.livejournal.com]

Yeah, it reminds me of growing up. :)

Fishes

[kurrs.livejournal.com]

Am I supposed to feed them? If so, with what, how much, and how often?

-C

Re: Fishes

[greenstorm.livejournal.com]

If you feel like scooping a tiny, tiny bit of bloodworm out of the thing in the freezer (like an eighth of a cube) and giving it to them approximately once a day, that's cool, but if not, don't worry. They've been glutted lately and a couple days off won't hurt 'em.

I have the pelleted fish food with me anyhow. :P

[http://users.livejournal.com/_greenwitch_/]

Very unsettling - 'we'll never get there, Time is always ahead of us...' I don't like my emotional response to the reading.

[greenstorm.livejournal.com]

That's interesting. It gives me so many happy memory feelings.