Words to Live By
no and can't, like weeds
to frisk fertile ground. Open
hands and let seed fall.
on one thread kept short
Break the chain
beaded with doubt. Spiral yes
from yes into yes.
Take your pulse.
Imagine it slowed
Make offerings of time, make
presence of absence.
© 2011 Maureen E. Doallas_____________________________
I'm participating in the #Trust30 challenge, an online writing/reflection initiative for which a prompt is posted daily. All of the prompts to date are found here.
This series of poems, in Shadorma form, is my response to the sixth prompt from Jonathan Mead:
Life wastes itself while we are preparing to live. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
If you had one week left to live, would you still be doing what you're doing now? In what areas of your life are you preparing to live? Take them off your To Do list and add them to a To Stop list. Resolve only to do what makes you come alive.
Bonus: How can your goals improve the present and not keep you in a perpetual "always something better" spiral?
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My responses to prompts to date, all in the form of poems, are: