Taping my hems,
helping to identify objects
in ceiling water stains:
That’s a stick.
No, that’s a fart!
What does a fart look like?
Wondering if I can write poems
to a Rob Zombie soundtrack
plus a litany of mama, look!
And whether I can keep up pace.
2.19.2013
eggshells
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Intriguing title . . . Your narrator answers her own question here. What's it feel like to be so engaged and on pace and then--without planning it--to find one part of you has stepped back to watch the energy vortex and sometimes the details? It takes such a delicate balance!
ReplyDeleteDo people ever get babysitters just to stay home in another room?
balance... that's just it. i don't know about other people, but we don't get babysitters for anything. :)
DeleteWife, mother, professional, poet... that crunch is definitely the eggshells beneath your feet.
ReplyDeleteA fart is like the wind...you can't see it, but you definitely know when it's wafting your way!
ReplyDeletethis was fun! loved it.
ReplyDeleteI so love your kids. "What does a fart look like?" Reminds me of my grandkids when they were little, earnestly discussing whether or not God ever had to go to the bathroom!
ReplyDeletecan you juggle and run at the same time? Of course you can, as all moms do it. :) Fun, fun, and I understand. :)
ReplyDeleteAh, the travails of parenthood. You represent the art of balance and keeping on very well here.
ReplyDeleteA busy, full life. You show us the innards. I dare not consider the opposite. This is it.
ReplyDeletehttp://www.kimnelsonwrites.com/2013/02/26/intensity-toward-blue/
This was a fun read, well written.
ReplyDeleteaaah, thanks, friends. who farted?
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