Rommy from Poets and storytellers United asked us to reflect on the phrase "low battery".
I did feel a bit lost for a while although I didn't have a low battery as I charge it often by going on walks. I am priveleged as I am retired. That helps. I am still searching to find my way as I always have the feeling of not doing enough. For 2025 I try to let that go and enjoy the things I do.
Searching
I travel
through old bends,
Around the corner, a view of the sea
waiting to be admired by me
The wind wants to meet,
embrace me in a fierce grip,
squeezing out the grey
feelings of everyday.
I charge my low battery
fill it with the shine of the scenery.
Soft stripes are drawn on the skyline.
A green carpet spreads out,
withdrawing at the back.
I lock eyes with the ocean.
He winks knowingly
A cabbage tree
stands silently
next to me in brotherhood.
We share the breath of the earth.
He, firmly enrooted,
I, still wavering,
still searching for my place
in the scheme of things.
Love this poem, Marja. There's a movement to the words that feels like me during my walks by the sea that recharges me, too. :)
ReplyDeleteLove those last four lines especially...the rooted tree and the wavering, searching mind...
ReplyDeleteOh yes, out in nature is an excellent place to recharge one's batteries! And how great to experience sea and tree as sentient beings with whom to hold communication.
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