Sunday Scribblings {Writting}

...We have lived; our moments are important.  This is what it is to be a writer: to be the carrier of details that make up history, to care about the orange booths in the coffee shop in Owatomma.  Recording the details of our lives is a stance against bombs with their mass ability to kill, against too much speed and efficienty.  A writer must say yes to life, to all of life: the water glasses, the Kemp's half-and-half, the ketchup on the cournter...Our task is to say a holy yes to the real things of our life as they exist...

from Writing Down the Bones by Natalie Goldberg

Today I want to find a poem in the little pieces of life.  I want to find a poem in the gentleman who, when I smiled at him, looked passed me as if I were the wind.  I want to find a poem in the way the avocado's seed dropped from my hand, rolled beneath the table, and disappeared.  I want to find a poem in the searching of faces for the things I have yet to learn.  I want to find a poem in color and light and the way the clouds hang lazily over the sun.  I want to find a poem in our frustrations, in our mistakes, in the way we push through our day day to get to something we can't find.  I want to find a poem in noise and movement and questions and the things we try to hide from the world.  I want to find a poem in the phone I keep expecting to ring although it never does, in yesterday's dirty dishes, and all the bad haircuts in the future.  I want to find a poem in folding laundry, making my son's lunch, rearranging the pantry, and all of life's other mundane duties.  I want to find a poem in scraps and leftovers and scars and broken pieces because surely everything, especially the small unnoticed things, holds a poem in the beauty of it's everyday-ness.  I want to find a poem in the soft corner of my heart, that place that cries out to always have the ability to find poetry in all of life, that place that wants to see possiblity and cligns to the small windows of vision in a blurry, spinning universe. 

Comments

[gkgirl]

this feeling i know.
and you have caught it so well.

[ceanandjen]

So so beautiful. To see the joy and the possibilities and world in the everyday. This post was a poem in an of itself.

[sister AE]

I'm so glad you found this poem. Very nice.

[ther]

you definitely found the poem in this entry

[dahlia and balu]

Well done.

[liz elayne]

this is beautiful. simply beautiful dear girl.

[JanePoe (aka Deborah)]

the life we're living is poetry ... marvelous. xx, JP/deb

[Wenda]

Sure sounds to me like you found it!