This is lovely and evocative. I am hopeless at poetry, but I think any parent can feel the pull of their children while they try to take a little time to feed their own needs.
There is a constant conflict for me between housework, work, grocery shopping, my blog, and the need to write creatively. So many times, nothing wins, and everything is half done, or not done at all (like today). Thank you for this poem.
I like these lines: "here is son, his wild hair easily a mustang revolt, his intelligent brow and mouth creased in disapproval: why must i insist on this private life? these hours to myself?"
When I pick up my son from school today, he will ask me, yet again, did you create my tunic for the Renaissance Fair? Next week, I'll have to tell him. Today, I've been writing, and reading, and posting a poem for an online critique. How can I equate the two?
Gisele is one of my favourites too. But Miroslava Duma is such an obsession right now - so lovely and stylish!
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Thousand Cloud Sky is my favorite line. I got a new blog!
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I always wished I could rock poetry. You have quite a talent, I really enjoyed this one.
ReplyDeleteI couldn't write a poem if somebody put a gun to my head. Which translates to I'm amazed by what you do.
ReplyDeletethanks guys, i so appreciate the reading. seriously.
ReplyDeleteThis is lovely and evocative. I am hopeless at poetry, but I think any parent can feel the pull of their children while they try to take a little time to feed their own needs.
ReplyDeleteI discovered you through Tiff.
ReplyDeleteYour words are real and musical.
...and the main reason I came, I have a dog named Maggie Mae
I'm with the Captain. I couldn't write a poem if locked me in a room for a week!
ReplyDeleteI sure enjoy reading yours, though.
:D i certainly get you, or part of you anyway. fine mom. whatever.
ReplyDeleteI love this, Maggie!
ReplyDeletethank you!
ReplyDeleteThere is a constant conflict for me between housework, work, grocery shopping, my blog, and the need to write creatively. So many times, nothing wins, and everything is half done, or not done at all (like today). Thank you for this poem.
ReplyDeleteI like these lines: "here is son, his wild hair easily a mustang revolt, his intelligent brow and mouth creased in disapproval: why must i insist on this private life? these hours to myself?"
When I pick up my son from school today, he will ask me, yet again, did you create my tunic for the Renaissance Fair? Next week, I'll have to tell him. Today, I've been writing, and reading, and posting a poem for an online critique. How can I equate the two?