Outside Myself

Written for:  dVerse Poets, “A nod to Rilke”
Find something that is really You and like Rilke said:
“write about what your everyday life offers you; describe your sorrows and desires, the thoughts that pass through your mind and your belief in some kind of beauty Describe all these with heartfelt, silent, humble sincerity and, when you express yourself, use the Things around you, the images from your dreams, and the objects that you remember.”

Getting out of bed upon first awakening
is often a battle between my brain,
where logic rules, and that inexplicable
feeling of dread and sadness.

I will myself into the day with routine
daily tasks–feeding the dogs, putting away
the dishes, and pouring my first cup
of magic brew, commonly called coffee.

On the way to the market, I take note
of the variety of trees, and hues
of flowers, yet their beauty is not
consciously retained.

The cashier is looking glum.
Spontaneously, I say something silly–
sarcastic–but silly. She starts
laughing. I smile, and when I leave
I feel that smile, remember the sound
of her laugh.

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About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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3 Responses to Outside Myself

  1. billgncs says:

    I like that in your sadness you still reach out and take a piece of that moment away. I sometimes wonder if some poetry and that sadness inside are linked together – and the one feeds the other, or perhaps the poetry lets the sadness out where it no longer troubles us so deeply.

    a fine poem, thanks for sharing it.

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  2. Denise des Jardins Poitras says:

    Many victories here. You were able to get out of bed. You took care of your beloved dogs. You managed to get out of the house. You reached out to another human with compassion/laughter; therefore, you gave the same to yourself. “I feel that smile, remember the sound of her laugh.”

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