[Tricia at The Miss Rumphius Effect proposed we write a holiday poem for this week's Monday Holiday Stretch. With all I have going on, this is a raw bit of what's running through my head. I am looking forward to this week being over, because after Saturday, I have more time that is mine headed my way.]
Modern December Taffy-Pull
Like an old-time taffy-pull,
I am stretched in different directions,
first to work - in spite of the impending snow storm.
After all, I can't miss the annual holiday party.
I am then pulled to preparation for
my choir's concert at the mall on Saturday,
when I should be listening to
the pull of my bed because I'm not really
over this cold yet.
I'm pulled to my housekeeping responsibilities
and I hear the pull
of my duty to my family to phone my mother,
my obligation to keep the walk free from snow and ice
so that the mail carrier can bring
the bills I am responsible for paying.
When hot taffy is pulled,
it cools and changes color.
What color will I be,
when I'm done being stretched?
Thursday, December 13, 2007
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5 comments:
Perfect image for the way I feel these days too. Great job!
Thanks for putting what I feel into words. I too am stretched in these ways, wondering when, like taffy that's pulled too far, I'll break.
Thanks, Cloudsome and Tricia. Hopefully we'll all get a breather soon!
Excellent! Some days, I'm just black and blue from being stretched. Love your details.
thanks, laurasalas
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