
Padlet is a quick way to share work.
Hotel housekeeping
anthropology small scale
Leaving clues behind
I’m doing down dog
skin is sagging ’round the knees
woe meets acceptance
Don’t mean to complain
but the days are always hot
Decomposition
Hey there, preening girl!
“beauty” is destined to flee
“Real You” will remain
About this poem: as I age and raise teenage daughters, I realize the stage where I was distracted by the issue of physical appearance played a “hyped up” role in identity. All that time and energy directed toward something I was really not in control of could have been invested in cello playing, writing or reading a good book.
I’m also keenly aware that I still care more than I would like to – I exercise now with the goal of building and keeping muscle/strength but aesthetics still has some play in my intentions.
Our culture idolizes the young, which is silly because being young is fleeting and not based on wisdom or experience. It’s just dumb luck.
“Being present means living without control and always having your needs met.”
Byron Katie, On Work and Money
Control = illusion
true needs are few, wants are not
all I need, I have
the well is bone dry
waiting and yearning won’t help
time to drink some tea
drizzling cold and gray
apprehension spurious
refuge lies within
good morning sunshine
dreams dissipate in the cup
consciousness awakes