I was looking for an exit.
I tried the door, and found that
rather than opening out, it turned in,
and that is how I found myself.
By going inward, to the interior of myself,
I found what I had never lost
but had misplaced, forgotten, left unattended.
Dormant
I began to recycle.
Creativity
Exploration
Discovery.
A mystery: Why did I leave myself at the roadside?
An answer: It remains unsolved.
The past is fertile ground for becoming whole.
A completeness nurtured by loss,
A compass guided by mourning,
A path that leads to my Self,
A greeting that beckons hello.
August, 1997, The Clearing
I tried the door, and found that
rather than opening out, it turned in,
and that is how I found myself.
By going inward, to the interior of myself,
I found what I had never lost
but had misplaced, forgotten, left unattended.
Dormant
I began to recycle.
Creativity
Exploration
Discovery.
A mystery: Why did I leave myself at the roadside?
An answer: It remains unsolved.
The past is fertile ground for becoming whole.
A completeness nurtured by loss,
A compass guided by mourning,
A path that leads to my Self,
A greeting that beckons hello.
August, 1997, The Clearing
5 comments:
It always amazes me when someone writes a poem. I always think "Why can't I do that?" I am going to try Robins method of writing a poem about your page. If I do it enough times, it may become more natural for me.
What do you think about when you read the poem now? What would you say now. I'd like to hear a "now" poem .. kind of a follow-up.
XX, Carol
Carol - at the time I wrote the poem I was still reeling from being fired. I was also in the middle of a lawsuit against my employer. So I actually found the poem very calming. And when I read it now it feels like a map of how to stay focused and grounded.
As for a "now" poem, I'll think about it and see what happens.
XX back, Susan
It's a powerful poem. I thought about what it must mean to you and also what it could mean to me. One of the wonders of art is how it can make us reflect on its meaning to ourselves.
Marty S
Crackpot Beader
Susan, what a wonderful poem!
This is wonderful, Susan!
Kathy V in NM
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