Poetry Friday — Motion; An Original Poem

Oh how easy it is to get bogged down in the details of writing. Place a comma here, change a sentence structure there, a million times rewriting what you’ve already written instead of moving forward in the plot.

Life, sometimes, is just like that.

Motion

The sun has shifted this time of year.
It blinds me as I descend
the tree-lined hill on school days.
I leave the kids at drop-off and
watch them climb thirteen steps,
book bags bouncing against
blue-jeaned bottoms.
Someone has forgotten lunch money,
homework,
library book,
field trip permission slip,
of that I am sure.
A bus stops short and I slam on brakes, reaching
as if to hold back a child
from breaking through glass.
Life’s instinctive that way, mostly
reflex and religion.
I stop at the grocer’s,
wishing for carambola in the produce aisle.
I settle for plums.
At home,
I unpack iceberg and celery,
cans of condensed soup,
then leave a box of crackers right on the counter,
just for fun,
knowing later I’ll put them where they belong,
without a thought.
But if they’re still there come morning,
I’ll shift the route to school,
and take the road that climbs the tree-lined hill,
blinding sun at my back.
I’ll turn across traffic and worm my way into line.
Then I’ll make my way home to eat crackers
from the box I left on the counter.


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11 thoughts on “Poetry Friday — Motion; An Original Poem

  1. Life’s instinctive that way, mostly
    reflex and religion.

    Whoa – those lines stopped me cold. So perfect. So true.

    And while I loved this entire poem, the bit that starts with “then leave a box of crackers right on the counter” to the end is absolutely marvelous. Truly excellent work!

  2. Anonymous

    Wow. Thanks for sharing. “But if they’re still there come morning … I’ll take the road that climbs the tree-lined hill …” Loved this.

    1. You are too kind. Thank you. Btw, I have no knowledge of Maine but I’m thinking about you all and praying for whatever transition is to come. And I’ll be in Boston in September, if you are in Maine, perhaps we can meet halfway?

      1. Oooooh… now that would be something to look forward to.

        If he does get the job, the game plan is he will live in an apartment for awhile and we’ll join him. So yeah, by September we could be there. All depends.

        I’ll keep you posted.

  3. Anonymous

    I always love reading your poetry, Kristy! I especially liked these lines:

    book bags bouncing against
    blue-jeaned bottoms.

    It’s a funny and sweet image, and I love the alliteration!

    Becky

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