Weeding and Writing
by Glenn Currier
There is a war I fight each day
between doing the garden weeding
and conjuring thoughts and writing to convey,
between praying-thinking and speaking-leaping.
Meditation is my resting
in peace and tranquility.
Chores are my wrestling
with just being and doing things of utility.
I hear I should not be a human doing
but instead be a human being
but how do I balance my wooing
with silence and dreaming?
Being a lover means moving and touching
deciding to extend myself for another
but it also means hushing
listening and abiding in wonder.
Posted on 04/08/2020
Copyright © 2023 Glenn Currier
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 04/08/20 at 06:39 PM|
Nicely put Glenn. Sure can relate to this one.
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 04/10/20 at 02:25 AM|
"I hear I should not be a human doing
but instead be a human being" - my favorite lines in this poem, Glenn. I liked the contrast but similarity between "resting" and "wrestling" in S2. I really like the idea of "abiding in wonder." Thanks!
|Posted by Maria Kintner on 04/24/20 at 12:17 AM|
There's a subtle relent to this. Like a bemused confession to the ebb and flow of affection and love. Beautifully written.