December 31, 2005 @ 9:01 pm | Filed under: Family Adventures, Poetry, Things that Inspire Me
This year: to keep hold of the important things, stopping to restack the load as often as necessary.
by Robert Frost
For every parcel I stoop down to seize
I lose some other off my arms and knees,
And the whole pile is slipping, bottles, buns,
Extremes too hard to comprehend at once
Yet nothing I should care to leave behind.
With all I have to hold with—hand and mind
And heart, if need be, I will do my best.
To keep their building balanced at my breast.
I crouch down to prevent them as they fall;
Then sit down in the middle of them all.
I had to drop the armful in the road
And try to stack them in a better load.
The road goes ever on and on…
Hurrah for Bravewriter
Poetry Friday: Negative Space
Treasure in the Template
I know Poetry Friday isn’t until tomorrow, but these are the poems we read today.