SELF-INFLICTED STRESS
My stress is built by my own hands.
I create projects with self-imposed deadlines,
then panic when those deadlines approach
and the work remains undone.
I spent years meeting the demands of others.
Now, when my time is under my own control,
I should rejoice in the absence of pressure.
What relief there would be
in eliminating the constraints of time
by submitting to a silent taskmaster.
Weekly poetry prompts drawing inspiration from a selected quote from the BrainyQuote website.
THIS WEEK'S QUOTE PROMPT:
My biggest excuse to others and myself was that I had writer's block, as if it was some kind of illness. Mary Garden
My biggest excuse to others and myself was that I had writer's block, as if it was some kind of illness. Mary Garden
Monday, June 28, 2010
Monday, June 21, 2010
#19 - The truest characters of ignorance are vanity and pride and arrogance. Samuel Butler
SOLUTIONS
We are impotent to nature’s fury
and prisoners of disasters created by man.
But we are a greater people
when we strive for solutions
without arrogance getting in the way.
We are impotent to nature’s fury
and prisoners of disasters created by man.
But we are a greater people
when we strive for solutions
without arrogance getting in the way.
Monday, June 14, 2010
#18 - The more sand that has escaped from the hourglass of our life, the clearer we should see through it. Jean Paul
REFLECTIONS ON THIS AGING THING
I wake up wondering how life will change
on the morning I reach another age.
Will my steps be slower?
Will my mind slip and falter?
I’m in between milestones.
I find myself looking back
at the day I turned fifty.
The changes I feared never took place then,
and don’t appear to be taking place now.
But the pages of my life
turn a little faster than they used to do.
I feel a sudden urgency to
live these precious days to the fullest,
for fear of missing out on something special.
I am lucky.
I am blessed.
And I am moving forward
from the first day of my new year
to experience the joy this day brings
and for the thrill of the future yet to come.
I wake up wondering how life will change
on the morning I reach another age.
Will my steps be slower?
Will my mind slip and falter?
I’m in between milestones.
I find myself looking back
at the day I turned fifty.
The changes I feared never took place then,
and don’t appear to be taking place now.
But the pages of my life
turn a little faster than they used to do.
I feel a sudden urgency to
live these precious days to the fullest,
for fear of missing out on something special.
I am lucky.
I am blessed.
And I am moving forward
from the first day of my new year
to experience the joy this day brings
and for the thrill of the future yet to come.
Monday, June 7, 2010
#17 - I am not afraid of storms for I am learning how to sail my ship. Louisa May Alcott
STORMS TO TORNADOES
Storms roll across my landscape every day,
but they only become tornadoes
when I make the conditions right.
Storms roll across my landscape every day,
but they only become tornadoes
when I make the conditions right.
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