Not Dead Yet
By Rachel • Published: , Jul 17th, 2007 • Category: Uncategorized
I feel like I could go for a walk!
Life has been hectic. Good, but hectic. I have a lot of things planned for this blog and it’s a shame I haven’t been able to get them posted. Stay tuned.
For now, here’s a gorgeous poem I found through a fellow Erie blogger:
Hard Times
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I am tired.
So very tired
of making it all fit.
It wears you down,
into a rounded rock
in a dull dumb landscape,
where once was
an exhilarating mountain range,
lush and forested.
Everything, or something like it,
has happened before -
and why bother anyway?
Just to walk away
from the flowers, grass, the seagulls and people,
the tiptoeing, fence-walking cat
in front of that hazy tall-trunked forest
across the grey wide river
as it meets the Tasman tides.
A lovely break at Port Waikato!
with the heat, noise, active flea or two,
and mosquitoes at night -
but most of all
with grief,
my companion with no name,
because grief does not
say anything.
Iain Trousdell |
Tagged as: Housekeeping, poetry