With no lover to hold
or pull me back to bed
I wake early,
drape my robe on
and walk to the living room.
I pull the shutters, gently,
trying not to wake the children.
The shutters open with a creak —
reminding me that shutters make noises
and I can’t control these things.
The double glass doors
open up to
a silhouette of pine trees
and the sleepy sky.
I open my computer and type
the sentence I carried with me from bed.
I move a paragraph, like a puzzle piece, to the perfect spot
and write new thoughts that spring to my mind,
like water from the earth.
Time passes…
I have this feeling that
I’m doing exactly what I’m supposed to:
I’m weaving words together
and watching the light take over the dark.
I walk to kitchen and carefully open the espresso pot,
trying not to wake the children
forgetting already that pots creak too,
and I can’t control these things.
I stand at the window
and let the sun warm my face.
The coffee percolates
and perfumes the room.
One more sleep
and my lover will return.
When he pulls me back to bed,
I will slip into
his warmth,
knowing
I’ll be exactly where I want to be.
May you BE exactly where you want to be.
I LOVE CONNECTING WITH YOU
When do you feel like you’re doing exactly what you where meant to do?
And BEING exactly where you where meant to BE?
ON WRITING
I’m reading through my manuscript this week and making edits. I added a sentence and shook my head NO!!! I can’t write that. It’s too emotional, too much, too raw. I almost erased it, but I thought, why write at all if you won’t be honest?
Then, like kismet, a sentence came to me by ways of the New York Times:
“Every good story is told with varying degrees of reluctance.” Federic Stucin
I write from places of pleasure and pain. I write with a good laugh and when tears fall down my face.
WHAT I’M READING
“Many of us pursue pleasure with such breathless haste that we hurry past it.” Søren Kierkegaard
I read this sentence in the book, Quiet Mind: One Minute Retreats from a Busy World, and I had to stop reading and think: What pleasures in my life am I hurrying past?
This week, that question inspired me to listen a little deeper, hug my kids a little longer, kiss my hubby a little more.
I hope you’re inspired to pause a little today, and not hurry past pleasure.
POEM OF THE WEEK
The poem I’m reading this week is written by Darriele Cresswell
Enjoy.
Thanks again my dear friends for sharing the poems that are near and dear to your hearts.
Keep sending me your favorite poems and I will record them in the upcoming weeks.
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Kadine Christie
