Most habits
Are learned lazily
Incorporated into being, before aware
Of what it means to be.
A habit is a slothful fellow
Whispering in our ears;
You’ve done it before
Come sit by the fire
And watch others rush at life
Put your aching bones close to the warmth
Feel the security of what you’ve gone and done
So many times
And if you were asked
To break out of your stupor
Throw water on the fireplace, dousing heat
And with no preparation
Launch into a violent rain storm
Obscuring your direction
Lashing your sides with chill
Would you follow?
Thrill seekers maybe
The very young, the chronically overlooked
That girl with braces who wanted to be the busty blonde
Maybe they’d fall like extinguished stars
Into the storm
And from their yearning to matter, to win
They’d keep going long after the memory of fire was lost
Fighting without knowing why, on the off chance
Suffering brought you nearer
To really living and grabbing by the throat
Its beaten heart
Or you may forgive yourself
The hesitancy of those
Born fatigued by knowledge
This world’s loose knots and fallen heroes
As a splayed chess board can be used
For kindling
I used to imagine outside my window, the clamoring future
Now
I sit staring at flames
As they consume and turn to coal
Painted stages
And it is the soft stir of moonlight
Lifts my gaze
Watching the edge of time, rub herself dry
All things will come and go
Whether we chase or remain rooted
It is the repetitive homage of a circle
To revisit ourselves
Standing beyond shelter
Contemplating beneath infinity
Our place in the universe
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Wow– this poem is amazing. TYSM for your card this year btw. I am going to send you back some correspondence. I do love this poem and the same kind of thought has been on my mind which you expressed so beautifully here.
Pls send me your new address too when you get a chance
That is just delicious, tasting perhaps like a hot drink by a glowing fire on a cold night.
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A contemplative poem from TheFeatheredSleep
Oh those fires do keep smouldering.
https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2017/07/07/smoldering/
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Love!!!!
Happy New Year, be safe. M
Reblogged this on Looking For The Light and commented:
Reblogged from my friend Candace at The Feathered Sleep. Her writing is addictive, stop by her site to look around. You’re bound to find plenty to read. M
This and my scotch are great company at the moment. Thank you.
May the warmth bring you more returning energy
This is so freaking brilliant
After five years you have never ceased to intrigue me. Your passion for your craft is indisputable. It’s been an absolute pleasure. I truly hope your future has been written in some glorious way.
Your Viking follower ❤️
Wow, Candice! I hope you’ll be able to put all your latest poems into a book in the near future. Your writing is extraordinary and I love this latest!
Wonderfully profound! everyone should be made to read this!
Your words ❤️
Officially my NEW FAV….. 🙂 I LOVE LOVE LOVE this one….it spins into me and out and then into me again….
thank you Miss C..
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You’re the best!!!!! Hugs
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Utterly and truthfully profound!!! How very splendid and prophetic are your words, love!!! It reminds of a movie I saw and bought decades ago called QUEST FOR FIRE. Love, N 🙂 <3