“Live gently. Do not

rage and passion.”

Dear, my life is

an unapologetic burst

of everything;

there is no taking back

of the wild in these eyes.

That is my story:

a moment resting

on my shoulder, taunting me

to do nothing with it,

its dove-feathered eyes.

That dart went right by,

flying past my ear,

so close I could almost

feel its wind.


11 thoughts on “Shameless

    1. Thank you Alice! Though I must admit, I love rainy days of nothingness with a book in my lap, this poem serves as a sort of ‘carpe diem’, though now I see that might be unclear. Here, I did something with the moment (wrote this poem) and ‘doing nothing with it’ was the dart flying past my ear πŸ˜‰ Gosh, that probably only makes sense to me…

      1. I think of “doing nothing” as essential to the birth of poetry. I stare a lot when I have the chance. With two hungry teenaged boys and our recent move to France, there haven’t been enough “nothing” times for me for a while.

        You can never know exactly the splash your words will make when they land. I hope my comment wsn’t too off-target for you. πŸ˜‰

        1. What a wonderful way to put it! Poetry is a nothingness that nothingness knows not of πŸ˜‰ And you’re in France? Oh, send me its spirit – it’s always been my dream to visit there.

          Alice, your comments are never off target. They teach me more about my writing than I know about it myself. I am so blessed to have readers like you!

          1. Thanks. I shall keep commenting.

            Yes. I unplugged my little family from the American dream to follow another dream path. We moved here the end of June. So far so good. There’s so much to learn (besides french) πŸ˜‰

            I shall light you a candle next time I walk down to visit the old church (over 1100 years old). This will send the spirit your way. If it’s your dream, find can a way.

            1. Never tired this kind of photo link before. Perhaps it will work. Yours is the taper, alone in front row. Lower left of the picture. i lit it this afternoon in l’Γ©glise in Perros-Guirec, France.

              Spirit is on it’s way.

              1. Alice, you are an absolute wonder. To know that there’s a candle on the other side of the world burning for me… wow. In total shivers right now πŸ˜‰ The spirit has made its way over.

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