If it helps
we’re only renting
The car you drive
The house you bought
Those shoes
That ring
This muffin
It all passes through
like it was never yours
to begin with
(Especially the muffin)
I’m the caretaker
for now
of this hat
that fridge
these cells
and once my term is up
they will move on
to the next caretaker
in some shape
or another entirely
Be the container
that is clean and good
to hold these things
for the time they are yours:
these babies
those thoughts
this poem
And be prepared
to let go
at a moment’s notice
(or not)
when the moment comes
And if you feel sad
or heavy
or small
let go
let go
let go
All the stuff in the world
is not half as wonderful
as the room left behind
once it’s gone.
xxx
c
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Wow. Another amazing poem! I love this part:
All the stuff in the world
is not half as wonderful
as the room left behind
once it’s gone.
So sadly true.
Wow, this is beautiful, Colleen.
And you know, I think I have an inkling as to where you might be getting some of your inspiration. (:
PP – Thank you, for this and all your encouragement. I still feel like a total fraud posting these, but at least I am a well-supported fraud.
Pace – That way for you, too, huh? It’s an amazing class. Plan on some big Mark Silver pimpage, coming up soon.
lovely.
This is some of your best work, I think. Funny (“especially the muffin”) and deeply profound and even a bit wistful all at the same time. Gorgeous.
Dear ONE. . .
To meet you in that realm;
where Truth + Beauty reside.
Thanks for the re-minder.
Namaste. . . Suzanne Silk
and . . Silence.
I told you I’ve started looking forward to poetry Thursdays. Today did not disappoint. I’ve been reading Rightsize Your Life, so letting go is very much on my mind.
Thanks!
This is my favorite plus it put a tear in my eye!
I don’t wanna let go any time soon but when that moment comes, I hope I’ve lived life to the fullest and passed on everything I can to those that are willing to accept them.
Great job C!
Very, very nice. And considering what we’re going through right now, it’s especially meaningful. Thanks for sharing.
Crying, crying, crying. Did you *write this*??? Sorry, I’m completely ignorant about Poetry Thursday. I am officially putting this on my DESKTOP. It needs to be constantly in front of my face. Thank you, Colleen. Argggh…the struggle of staying right here in front of my babies and my guy and losing the stupid debilitating anxiety! Wow, I’m self-absorbed. Anyway, this is spectacular. And probably not at all about anxiety.
Thank you, all. And be forewarned: all of this encouragement means I will probably KEEP ON DOING IT. Just so you know…
Fantastic! Really enjoyed this poem. Can’t recall the last time I read one that made me laugh out loud (especially the muffin) and stop and think about the profound nature of, well, nature.
Big fan of your writing since the days Epinions began.
Keep it up.
Chris
Eeeeeeeee-pinions!
Glad to see a pioneer ’round these here parts.
O, some happy, crazy days there. Yes, indeedy.
And if you can’t laugh during poetry, the hell with it. That’s my position.