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the fulcrum

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it’s loud and chaotic
and there is chatter and laughter
and talking at the same time
and praying
and dogs and cars
and movement
and piles and messes
and deceit
and food and hunger
and denial and neglect
and old hurts that cause new hurts
and music
and games
and forgotten and dismissed
and then, suddenly

crash

and there’s a million
tiny
pieces

broken

and i wonder why we don’t
slow down?

and i wonder why we don’t
care for each other?
(like we should)

and i sit teetering
in the middle
trying to balance the beam

trying to find center

to lower ugly

and lift

peace

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Sharing with Emily and friends at Imperfect Prose.

bda
  • March 3, 2011 - 3:08 am

    Amy Avery - Beautiful. So when is your book being published? ;-). You really could compile a beautiful book my friend. I will day it over and over and maybe one day it will come true.
    I can not be at the meeting Friday. I amsad avout that. I feel like I am running a marathon but I can see the finish line. I would love to see you soon. Maybe that photo walk we talked about. Have a peaceful night.

  • March 3, 2011 - 3:09 am

    Amy Avery - Say not day it. Lol.

  • March 3, 2011 - 3:45 am

    kendal - oh, patty, i like this very much.

  • March 3, 2011 - 4:54 am

    Joybird - As usual your pictures are stunning. But I think I liked the dizzying sense of the chaotic of everyday family interrupted by lightening pain and reflection, not big pain, just the mean word in the moment of quiet which everyone shocked hears. And suddenly they stopped to listen to all that has recently been said. I don’t know if this was what you had in mind but this is the story your poem told me. And it spoke very clearly. Wow. You are a true storyteller.

  • March 3, 2011 - 5:40 am

    Julie - beautiful. i love the pictures you created both with your words, and your camera.

  • March 3, 2011 - 12:53 pm

    Kelly Sauer - aaaaagh! that first shot – wonderful!!!

  • March 3, 2011 - 2:11 pm

    Ramblings by Carol Nuckols - I think you have lifted peace right here. Apparently you slow down at least sometimes, enough to see the beauty that’s around you and to share it with us.

  • March 3, 2011 - 3:32 pm

    Rebecca - “to lower ugly and lift peace.” i like that. i like that very much. well done…

  • March 3, 2011 - 7:28 pm

    brian - whew…yeah…i go through these seasons and have to cut/purge to allow room to breathe…hope you find your peace…

  • March 3, 2011 - 8:05 pm

    Ruth - Another amazing post!!! One to sit and reflect on.

    Ruth

  • March 3, 2011 - 9:35 pm

    alittlebitograce - to lower ugly

    and lift

    peace

    oh me too! me too!

  • March 4, 2011 - 12:19 am

    imperfect prose - to lower ugly and lift peace…

    this, the cry of my heart… and i think you do it each time you post here, dear patty. thank you for this poignant reminder, friend. xo

  • March 4, 2011 - 12:40 am

    kim - one of those posts that keeps me guessing, imagining what was going on in your life that prompted the words, and applying them to mine…nice

  • March 4, 2011 - 12:54 pm

    Cathy - so…WHEN are you meeting with a publisher to write a book? xoxo

  • March 4, 2011 - 2:13 pm

    Elizabeth - I circled back from your comment on my High Calling Focus post and I am so glad that I did. This is just what I needed to hear right now…
    Elizabeth

  • March 4, 2011 - 4:14 pm

    imoomie - Was this a recount of a family reunion or everyday life, or both?

    I’m all in on the slow down, hop on the peace train!

    Enjoy your weekend!

  • March 5, 2011 - 1:33 pm

    elk - sounds like a day in the life ..looks like stunning moments between you and nature ..

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