the moment after
Note: My mom asked me to explain this a bit. I got the idea last night of people spending their lives like a one-night stand. They're just there to be entertained, sated (ideally), and then find something else to do. There's no lingering, considering, no sleeping in the bed made. And there should be, because otherwise it's not life. It's just a selfish series of moments before something else happens.
the magic’s spent
laying, languid
ill-content
cooling skin
resettling bone
world’s too close
doubts too loud
just before the urge
to run away strikes
exhale
slow
know the fear
choose the brave
and
rest
Note: My mom asked me to explain this a bit. I got the idea last night of people spending their lives like a one-night stand. They're just there to be entertained, sated (ideally), and then find something else to do. There's no lingering, considering, no sleeping in the bed made. And there should be, because otherwise it's not life. It's just a selfish series of moments before something else happens.
Your poem is lovely and profound. I think I know what you mean. I have a hard time enjoying the moment lately. I am in a hurry to get things done all the time. For me the satisfaction is in being done with something and not in the process because I am so ADD that I don't finish a lot of what I start. I tend to correct this by swinging the pendulum too far the other way. Does that make sense? I decided today that my philosophy in everything I do is balance. If I find that I'm not enjoying the process, I am just going to be OK with not being finished. But I wondered if in the poem you are talking about taking some time to just breathe and be. I have trouble with that too and you describe the feeling very well. Sometimes I think, if it's such an unpleasant thing, why do I torment myself? The answer for me is that really, it's not unpleasant more than it is time consuming which for me is not a good feeling. I always feel like I should be doing something else. Geez. Just be OK with whatever you do. One thing I disagree about that is in your comment on the poem is that it is selfish to be about a "series of moments." I think it depends on why you are doing what you do. Some could say it is selfish to linger. But why does it have to be selfish to be one or the other? Could it be self-preserving? There is a big difference and that is what I think a lot of us do. We are trying to cope with all the crap this world blows our way. I love that you write in a way that makes me think a little more about things. Hope this doesn't seem too rambling. Oh well. :)
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