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An Exercise in Futility
by Maria Terezia Ferencz
While running out of time
An hour's eagerness I despise
perhaps it is time to try
a different exercise
Can it really be so rough
to just stop, to give it up
decide I have had enough
and gracefully let go
Flexing muscles
never tried
letting go instead
of holding high
I now exercise
with futility
No sweat rolls in my eyes
I feel a satisfaction
and wonder why
before now I never tried
all of this nothing
Although a feat
such letting go
Tis such relief
I've never known
such satisfaction
As luck would have it
wouldn't you know
all of this work of letting go
has made me restless
05/25/2007 Author's Note: still working out.....;)
Posted on 05/26/2007
Copyright © 2025 Maria Terezia Ferencz
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 05/26/07 at 07:21 AM I love this. It's surprising and wise. I especially love "all of this nothing". It's funny and enlightened. A bright yes and no all at once, and it definitely makes you feel better... (well restless too)... one gets more energy this way... very well put poetically too!
Maybe the restlessness went into this good poem! |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 05/26/07 at 10:47 AM A powerfully dark exercise in introspection Maria. |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 05/26/07 at 11:51 PM Stunningly performed exorcism - the fertility of futility, written to fruition :) |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 05/28/07 at 03:39 AM I also love the "and wonder why
before now I never tried
all of this nothing". The ending of restlessness is a facinating added observation. Thank you.
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| Posted by Jean Mollett on 05/28/07 at 03:57 PM Hi Maria,
Good one. I also agree with Kathleen too. |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 05/31/07 at 01:22 PM yes! yes! yes! All of the above! |
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