Rosemary is back with a Mary Oliver challenge and a poem chosen from Dreamwork. It’s called ‘Landscape’ and we are invited to choose a line or phrase and use it to inspire a new piece of our own writing. I chose the lines:
‘…every morning I walk like this around thepond thinking;’
The prime foolhardy of youth is to go against the grain. The rush and the thrill! And you’ll feel it every time you come across a breakthrough story of another rebel. This would reassure your course, reinforce your belief on the goodness of your pursuit and you’ll be really rejuvenated.
The crowd swayed with the speaker’s words. They nodded, some clapped and a few attempted overly jubilated exaltations. While some alike him, just sat — self-absorbed — uninvolved or slept. What was with these matatu sermons?
I want to say thank you for all the the support in the past year. And am most grateful that you were there to make sure I wrote something interesting worth your attention. Still, I hope you’ll stick around for the amazing stories 2019 will bring our way.
He had watched people like me come and go, many times over. I could tell from the way he looked at me. At that time however I looked past his knowings, and my poor acting; I really needed a way out. It was already getting dark. I was sure to have seen them that morning. Whatever went wrong I couldn’t tell.
My uncle had twins last December and they are turning a year now. And he says those kids didn’t cry hell in his ears. Never. That they allowed him to sleep soundly. Part of me is happy for him. But why didn’t they cry as much? Is it even normal? Maybe am being cynical since I’ve known babies to cry a lot my entire life. And it’s difficult to believe that some actually don’t.