Behind

Behind

I'm always behind on something.

All the "should" that piles up -

the dishes, my eternal enemy,

my self care routine,

my exercise,

my email,

my work,

the laundry that scatters the floor ...

Most of life feels like

trying to catch up and

always falling behind,

until the past is the present.


I am curious about the day

the sink bursts opens,

the floor crumbles,

and I am forced to forget

what was behind

and to grab onto

what is.

 

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  1. Emily H.May 16, 2021 at 7:58 PM

    Damn! Ok, so, how am I doing feedback, according to the process you posted? Thanks. Are you asking for feedback? Mostly just COOL I LOVE the surprise in the way the poem ends but the thing I like about poetry is how it centers me; a good poem can make me feel the spirit's presence and I am interested to share in the cultivation of that writing capacity. Neat. Thanks.

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  2. Emily H.May 18, 2021 at 9:57 AM

    Presence


    Round 1 - Single Words

    Ask your observers for themes, ideas, or other points they noticed, one word at

    a time. A single word about their reaction. I like to ask for “pebbles” or “a single

    ripple” so people don’t overthink it and try to summarize. It may be helpful

    during this round to emphasize to your observers that they are welcome to bring

    what is very uniquely theirs without filter or a wish to “be correct.”

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    1. EmilyJune 2, 2021 at 2:00 PM

      Great word feedback, what I wanted to go for.

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