The Summer of personal transition is literally nearing its end as I gear up for a new school year with a greatly modified editorial calendar. The rough plan breaks down as follows:
- Write five Heyku’s a day: This is done via an app on my iPhone which shares the results on my Facebook wall.
- Write two visual poetry a day: These will again be posted on Facebook. They are written for the 14wordsforlove project and the 100 Thousand Poets For Change project. This will be in effect till September 28, 2013.
- Write a blog piece once a week: These will be posted here on Sundays. You will find my typical contributions along the vein of reflective writing, poetry and flash fiction.
- For those of you who have commented on my photography, here is the link to my Instagram feed.
PHEW! That was one long winded administrative message. Let’s move on to the actual subject of the post.
Around the world, it is celebrated on May Day except for the United States and Canada. For many here, it is a holiday often associated with Summer’s last official weekend. It is a BBQ with the family or the last trip to the beach before the rigors of Fall set in. For some who still hold true to the original reasons for the holiday, it is a celebration of the social and economic achievements of the workers.
For me personally, it represents the center point of the pendulum as the free reign of Summer is ironed into the discipline of Fall. It is a moment in time where you can close your eyes and allow a little smile to creep across your face as you look upon the seasons of Summer and Spring and recognize the warmth they brought with them. It is this very warmth that you must carry inside to see you though Fall and Winter.
Over at Poetic Bloomings today, they are asking us to write a poem about work or the avoidance of it.
By: Meena Rose
Looking through the glass
I see her hustle and bustle
About in a kitchen preparing
Dinner – never once turning her
Back to the small voice seeking
Dinner is set and everyone’s at the
Table smiling and chattering as she
Gazes upon him and the weariness in
Eyes he works hard at shielding with
A smile that never makes it all the
The meal is done. It’s blessing spreads
Warmth from within – his tension finally
Easing as he relaxes into the couch nodding
Off to sleep in the midst of American Idol
Blaring and cellphones ringing and the little
She herds the chaos and restrains it to a
Night’s slumber and then she tenderly
Approaches her man covering him with an
Afghan – a light kiss upon his brow;
She retreats to her sanctuary and pulls
Open her briefcase.
The proposal is reviewed – she is certain
That is what the company needs as she tosses
In more diligence refining it to a glimmering
Gem – her mind finally at ease, she heads
Towards her nightly date with the bath
He rouses her out of the now cold bath and
Wraps her in a towel lending his body heat
To her cold form – two wan smiles exchanged
As they head towards their bed. Her sigh,
His naughty grin is all they could manage
Before surrendering to sleep.