Lock myself in the shell of this cave
as familiar objects provide comfort
nurture my spirit in an empty silence
what I did this period, full set of activities
the souls I touched, the ones I hurt
unknowingly in my every day
roll the page and with a breath
bring back my energy, nurture my spirit
learning from silence when I’ve said too much
learning from silence that I should observe
as much as there is to give
there is much to back off
as this wonderful current takes me from end to end of the river
zig zag and back again
stop me so I can catch my breath
be reflective and quietly observe
hose off my heart so all the junk comes out
massage my muscles so I’m ready for the fight
yoga my body, bring me comfort
nurture my spirit
from the bottom up
By tuttysan © 2007
Observe
From the bottom up
I am not sure whether I read this poem correctly (if there is such a thing as a correct reading of poetry). It sounds like a heart-wrenching plead. And it is beautiful in its pleading. I especially like the last line: from the bottom up. You finish with an impact with that line.
I guess just a talk with my spirit to nurture me and recharge me after a fast week/month… you know, when there’s so much going on there is no time for personal reflection. For introverts like me (as much as anyone would beg to differ), rest stops are crucial.
You got me there . . . I think I am a person who would beg to differ. But, no matter what kind of a person you are, for an honest introspection you do need a red stop. Everybody does.
as refreshing as a cool glass of water, “nurture my spirit from the bottom up”
kim
Beautiful narration in a poetic form!
Good blog indeed, eh!
i have wished this too many times…a red stop is needed or else you lose yourself…good blog…great writing…I’m coming back!