Dream House by Jim Warren
Linking with The Sunday Muse for Muse # 13
Also linking with Poets United for Poetry Pantry
A lot of 13s going on here....hope that is a lucky sign not a bad one. LOL
Life is what we make it, always has been, always will be. ~Grandma Moses
~Sometimes my eyes are cactus near a flowing stream~
Life is like a dusty chandelier and the dimmer the setting
the less you can see what can be done.
~Sometimes my lips are bankrupt in a solemn fortress~
Life is like a triple scoop ice cream cone
and if you do not eat it earnestly while you can
it will melt all over and leave a big mess
~Sometimes my heart feels like just a spoon of pepto in a world of disease~
Life is like a crystal vase upon a table
it is meant to be filled with beautiful flowers not be empty on a shelf.
~Sometimes my feet are red wood trees in a fast moving blaze~
Life is like a tall rocky mountain
it is majestic and an inspiration to stand before yet also an utter struggle to climb.
~Sometimes my hands are frail like bent limbs on a dying tree~
Life is like an unbridled horse
that runs free out of our control
yet still we try to tame it.
Linking with The Sunday Muse for Muse # 13
Also linking with Poets United for Poetry Pantry
A lot of 13s going on here....hope that is a lucky sign not a bad one. LOL
Life is what we make it, always has been, always will be. ~Grandma Moses
~Sometimes my eyes are cactus near a flowing stream~
Life is like a dusty chandelier and the dimmer the setting
the less you can see what can be done.
~Sometimes my lips are bankrupt in a solemn fortress~
Life is like a triple scoop ice cream cone
and if you do not eat it earnestly while you can
it will melt all over and leave a big mess
~Sometimes my heart feels like just a spoon of pepto in a world of disease~
Life is like a crystal vase upon a table
it is meant to be filled with beautiful flowers not be empty on a shelf.
~Sometimes my feet are red wood trees in a fast moving blaze~
Life is like a tall rocky mountain
it is majestic and an inspiration to stand before yet also an utter struggle to climb.
~Sometimes my hands are frail like bent limbs on a dying tree~
Life is like an unbridled horse
that runs free out of our control
yet still we try to tame it.
Note:
I have spent many years not seeing what I should, not relishing what I could, not being all I could be, and trying to control what was out of my hands. It seems some lessons do not come easy. Gaining wisdom has been like taming an unbridled horse. It is hard, and it is going to take some time. I suppose life is meant to be a process of learning and growth. If it were meant to be easy, it would be. I just feel a bit weary sometimes. I am a slow learner and I have the bunions to prove it. I am in need of a true vacation, maybe a trip to the beach to just walk the shore, count my blessings, and pick up some sea shells along the way.
So nice to see you, Carrie, and to read this beautiful poem. Hard won wisdom. I love it!
ReplyDeleteMy favourite of your poems.....ever.
DeleteIf wisdom came easy, would we value it for its true worth? Carrie, only you know the answer to this question. We all move at our pace, in the acquiring of knowledge and wisdom. All at different paces.
ReplyDeleteI tend to forget (in addition to already learned lessons) that learning takes time and space. Time to absorb and time to integrate. I love the reminders within your verses that life is more oblique than obvious. :)
ReplyDeleteLove this especially: "Sometimes my lips are bankrupt in a solemn fortress..." 💖
ReplyDeleteJust Beautiful! Words & photo! So dreamlike.
ReplyDeleteI love the direction you took this piece in. There is a lot to linger over and ponder here … to say nothing of the fact that it is simply a beautifully rendered poem. Awesome writing!
ReplyDeleteQuite beautiful and unexpected. Quite a gift, these images that reflect on each other and open u all the windows and doors!
ReplyDeleteLife is like an unbridled horse
ReplyDeletethat runs free out of our control
yet still we try to tame it.
Very true Carrie, in fact most times that way. It makes life all the more interesting in a way.
Hank
It is so easy to be waylaid by life and find after a number of years you haven't done what you really wanted to do. However it is never too late to satisfy yourself and take the road less travelled. Never regret what you haven't done but ensure you laugh and be thankful for what you have.
ReplyDeleteCollecting shells sounds like a wonderfully meditative activity
ReplyDeleteLove your words Carrie and the wisdom they hold.
ReplyDelete"Life is like a dusty chandelier and the dimmer the setting
the less you can see what can be done."
Love this especially and will try and commit same to memory, and use the wisdom when needed.
I hope you achieve your true vacation and pick up those seashells.
Anna :o]
My favourite is the 'vase' verse
ReplyDeleteThanks for dropping by my Sunday Standard this week
much love...
Dear Carrie
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Life can certainly melt in our hands, if we don't take our time to delight in it with care... I really love that.
ReplyDeleteAnd I completely agree with the heart of your note, we need to slow down (or speed up towards soothing things), if we are to survive and enjoy this thing called living.
I hope you find the most lovely shells. 🙂
if we could just learn before we make mistakes... so much easier. Love your wisdom
ReplyDeleteYour poem tells me, you have learned a lot. Perhaps we are wise, when we know nothing....
ReplyDeleteBeautiful imagery, if a mite down-hearted. I think, if you keep engaging wiht life, it will be rewarding enough.
ReplyDeleteso many wise words to ponder upon. my favourite is that " life is like a triple scoop ice cream cone". pretty true, i guess.
ReplyDeletei think we view life differently in the various phases of living. when we were younger we were like wild horses, impatient, impetuous, then when we were very much older, we were like, dusty chandeliers? :)
Sometimes I find myself wondering if I am a slow learner - I can relate with the thought-process behind it.
ReplyDeleteI think experience goes way beyond anything and it paves the way for wisdom in its own time. And I find your verse teeming with a certain tacit understanding of the same.
I really like the aphorism like statements here - eyes like cactus, red wood feet, et al. create oneness with one's own nature too. Very well-penned.
-HA