among the foothills of Mt Ziibi
carrying way too many belongings
teetering with upward steps
around midday, it's time to break
near a pool of a mountain stream
splashing my flushed cheeks, I sit
contemplating all I am carrying.
near a pool of a mountain stream
splashing my flushed cheeks, I sit
contemplating all I am carrying.
It’s hard not to laugh at myself
clinging to material as if its flesh
so many memories intertwined
with the weights that hold me back.
© River 4/11
5 comments:
hm - think i know this feeling..well expressed
What a fabulous poem. I'm so glad to discover another poet. And your sentences are so smooth. I love it.
the feeling where you know you've taken on too much. :)
Thank You :)
Brilliant!! Found you from the A-Z Challenge, I’m now following you on GFC and I hope you have a chance to check out my blog!
Monica
http://oldermommystillyummy.blogspot.com/
oh, yes! a feeling well expressed in your beautiful style, River. I do understand this all too well.
lovely write!
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