Monday, November 30, 2009

Now I unravel.


To begin again.
To devour monotony.

Back then I struggled --
needy, clumsy,
distracted.

Longing to be dependent.

He, in the hospital.
She, the instructor.

Stiff with worry.
The world draped heavily over my shoulders.

Resting in the repetition.

No variation,
ever.

8 comments:

  1. I'm reading sweetheart, I'm reading your powerful words.
    xoxo

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  2. I like the format you use and the simplicity.

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  3. love that first verse - to devour - so graphic

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  4. I just found every button that I've ever lost when I read this.

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  5. The blurry line between back then and now is closing in for me. I must devour monotony and begin again, indeed.

    much love,
    -maria

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  6. Christina, Nice to know you are out there. Thank you for reading.

    Alexandria, I really do enjoy the process. Thank you for sharing your observations.

    Char, There was just something about "devour" that gripped me. I worked and worked on this one, but never once considered deleting "devour". Thank you for your note.

    Tracy, I really like this comment. I've never heard things put quite that way. Thank you.

    Maria, I hope the monotony treats you well. Sometimes it is necessary. Thank for your note. I hope all is well on your beautiful blogging island.

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  7. I have read this over and over again. I am not quite sure how it has made me feel. I want to ask you questions and then again I don't beacuse I feel you can't do that.
    Feel clumsy.
    thats not a bad thing.

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  8. Rachel, Thank you. I truly appreciate your spending time with this one. You can do that. Ask away. When the desire strikes, feel free to comment with a question or drop me an email, anytime. I agree, clumsy is okay. Sometimes it's even a relief.

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