necessity teaches—
sometimes you must exhaust
yourself twisting
and squirming in the fist
of circumstance
action and word so long
estranged—will not
even greet each
other
until you accept
every yesterday
unravelling
from what-was
into what-is….
now.
lift your face
practice that blissed-out
original smile—
your very first!
so the real journey
can begin
2/10/2005
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Hi Sue,
I remember when you were writing this series of poems and they were hard for me to understand. Today. this seems exactly on target. How I change.
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thanks Jeannine. Maybe getting them just one at a time helps.
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thanks Sharon. It got into the 40’s here today after hanging in the teens and low 20s at night and the mid-20’s for days, with plenty of sharp winds in the face while walking. We’re starting to fantasize spring.
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I love the picture by Jay of you crossing the field — I guess too often I have clicked on the poem and not gotten to the beginning. I also love the image of “twisting in the fist of circumstance.”
I am still getting used to what I think of as the reversal of colors here in Oregon — in winter the grass is green, in July and August it is brown..
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