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I was trying to daydream, but my mind kept wandering.

psychomama

psychomama
Location
Ireland
Birthday
January 20
Title
The quotation on my banner is from Steven Wright.
Bio
I'm a working wife and mother whose 50th birthday resolution is to develop a life - friends, a book club, a voice... I've loved writing all my life and I've loved talking all my life - it's the convergence of these two modes that's been difficult! But I'm working on it... All posts copyright Agalma 2009. The quotation on my banner is from Steven Wright.

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AUGUST 27, 2010 8:12PM

Inestimable design

Rate: 6 Flag

Somehow I have become

a new and awesome one 

who waits,

weights,

waits

 

Measuring

pound and ounce;

pain and gain

 

My physical essence

a medium of exchange,

of value;

this for that;

now for then

 

Over-powering,

be-labouring,

looming,

to pounce

 

Questions

burst forth

clenched tooth and jaw

notwithstanding

to demand -

 

How might it have been?

What might have been?

Who might have been?

 

Casting off 

stitched-together

layers

self and body

ego and image

yet  wound

from the same 

skein

 

 

 

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Good lord, I have a great collection of favorites who can write. Rated!
Glad to see ya around again.. I missed you.
Wonderful poem, sometimes it really feels like that.
I do a lot of measuring seeking to change my body image, but it is always the same me, deep down...
I'd like to hear more about this journey.
Great to see you my friend. Much to think about in what you wrote.
This is lovely and evocative about personal evolution.
Wow! I turn my back for one minute and you all comment so nicely! It's good to be back, reading and rating again. As you can see, this has been a summer of self-reflection. The diet continues and, yes, it's become about much more than food. I've been joined by two others in my family. Together, we're learning new ways of nurturing ourselves, difficult for being new but worthwhile nonetheless. At times I feel sheepish, at others ashamed, to be discovering these truths at my age. Better late than never, though ;). I wonder sometimes, is this what the infant, born fresh and new to her own flesh and blood, must have felt like?