Meditation Time

I couldn’t think of anywhere
I would rather be.
A flock of birds soared high,
busy, purposeful,
backdrop of rare blue
as my eyes closed.
I settled with the breath.

But then I started to wonder
where they all go to die,
and if the little boy across the road
recovered from leukemia;
I remembered his father had left.
I wondered who was in the ambulance
that just sped past, siren screaming.
Was a life about to change for ever?
Or maybe it was a police car;
perhaps it would be on the news.
I wondered if people would ever
stop killing each other,
if kindness would ever prevail.
And I thought about young “hoodies”,
if they are really quite scared and
do their parents make them eat breakfast?
I wondered why some people give up and others don’t.

 I kept repeating gently,
“Not now”, “not now”.
Internal comments, questions,
persistent like a small child.

Advertisements

48 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Pete Armetta
    Jun 28, 2013 @ 12:03:14

    YUM.

    Reply

  2. journeyintopoetry
    Jun 28, 2013 @ 12:07:58

    🙂 🙂 Thanks Pete

    Reply

  3. countingducks
    Jun 28, 2013 @ 12:45:09

    This is simply excellent. It’s rich in whimsical and sharp observations and thoughts. Are hoodies obedient with their mother’s. It’s a nice image isn’t it. And that siren you mention, could mean a thousand events and changes. You tell it so well. You do the way a mind responds to stimulus so well. You may have noticed that I really enjoyed it. I’ll shut up now

    Reply

  4. Harry
    Jun 28, 2013 @ 12:52:09

    The thoughts that go the mind on the average day, very nice.

    Reply

  5. Harry Nicholson
    Jun 28, 2013 @ 13:49:03

    A lovely sequence of reflection – the reader is by your side and shares a little of your experience.

    Reply

  6. suzywordmuser
    Jun 28, 2013 @ 17:51:39

    Oh yes, so well written Christine, a powerful piece! 🙂 And this happens so often. And it’s interesting that it’s always the negative questions that mostly crop up over and over, the peaceful thoughts always shoved to the back. I guess it’s fear, our main enemy, just occasionally our friend, that is ever present, making us question and double check so much. But maybe we need it, without it we would be a little numb I think – Stepford Wives comes to mind – now there’s a scary thought!!! 😀

    Reply

    • journeyintopoetry
      Jun 28, 2013 @ 19:21:26

      Thank you very much Suzy.

      Your comment intrigued me actually. I hadnt noticed the negative thoughts during this process. Its very interesting. Thank you for bringing it to my attention.

      And yes Stepford Wives – that is indeed a scary thought! 🙂

      Reply

  7. triciabertram
    Jun 28, 2013 @ 18:24:29

    Another marvellous poem. So wonderfully evocative of the sometimes struggle during the meditation process. A great example of ‘showing’ rather than ‘telling’.
    Hugs
    Tricia

    Reply

  8. beckarooney
    Jun 28, 2013 @ 20:47:24

    A really stunning piece of writing Christine! What makes a good writer great is their ability to turn the ordinary into the extraordinary, which is what you make seem effortless here. Your observations and imagery are brilliant, in short I love it! 🙂 x

    Reply

  9. bennetta faire
    Jun 29, 2013 @ 00:18:02

    Excellent, Christine–deep, moving, and SO familiar! Makes me want to smile in recollection of the lad who wondered, “What was it the cat wanted to know?” Hope the fatigue is abating, my friend. xx00xx

    Reply

  10. lscotthoughts
    Jun 29, 2013 @ 00:56:55

    A wonderful moment of reflection, Chris, and I love your line, “I settled with the breath.” I have to agree with others in saying that your observations are told in such a vivid manner, so exquisite! Sending you much love and many hugs! xoxo

    Reply

  11. Ina
    Jun 29, 2013 @ 09:21:03

    Hi Christine,

    a very good poem about thinking about life and what matters! Taking time to do that is good I think. 🙂

    Giving up can be because of so many things, we never might know why some do. Some are more lucky than others maybe ?

    ❤ xx L&H

    Reply

  12. journeyintopoetry
    Jun 29, 2013 @ 09:39:16

    Thanks very much Ina!

    I think the question of giving up is a deep one, possibly depending on a person’s state of mind, attitude, etc? Who knows?! Lol xx

    Reply

  13. Jane Thorne
    Jun 29, 2013 @ 11:10:44

    Hello my funky teapot friend…I love this piece and your writing has definitely entered a new era. Much love and hugs Xxxxx

    Reply

    • journeyintopoetry
      Jun 29, 2013 @ 11:53:22

      Hi Jane! Thankyou very much for this lovely comment!

      I hope you are well. We are expecting a new grandbaby in about a week! I expect it could be two weeks though. Im getting impatient now!

      Lots of funky teapot love to you!

      Xxx

      Reply

  14. belfastdavid
    Jun 29, 2013 @ 12:40:50

    Christine,

    I love the way this poem flits from one thought to the next, with no real connection in between.
    Almost as if you were talking and babbling! *Grin*

    Well done – terrific poem.

    Much love
    David
    xxx

    Reply

  15. I HAVE A VOICE
    Jun 29, 2013 @ 19:24:06

    Depth that reflects and projects beautiful !

    Reply

  16. tikarmavodicka
    Jun 30, 2013 @ 03:27:32

    Hi Christine,
    This is such a wonderful and thinking poem! It encourages you to ponder yourself and ask those questions which so many of us abadon with time, age and the hurry of life.

    I felt like you had taken a part of my own mind and gave it a voice. I am very much the questioning child. 🙂 I try to reassure my mind that I can’t know it all and I can only make sure my corner of the world is okay. Living be example, being kind etc.
    So many questions float on the wind. So many without answer but so many possibilties. It’s part of the complex beauty of life. 🙂
    You’ve given air to some, so eloquently. Thankyou for sharing your space. It is also a good reminder of mindful living and fully experiencing the moment. I will take that with me on my walk this afternoon. 🙂

    With lots of love and
    ((( Big Warm Hugs)))
    Tikarma.
    Xoxoxox

    Reply

    • journeyintopoetry
      Jun 30, 2013 @ 09:36:26

      Thank you very much Tikarma!

      This is such a thoughtful comment and I appreciate so much the time you always take to comment so comprehensively. “so many questions float on the wind” – what a lovely expression 🙂

      Lots of love and
      (((BIG HUGS)))
      Christine xxx

      Reply

  17. harulawordsthatserve
    Jun 30, 2013 @ 07:37:41

    Wow Christine, I love this! The way you just drop the observations in, not over analysing or commenting on them but just noticing, witnessing, such a wonderful depiction of the mind during meditation. Excellent poem, thanks for sharing my friend. Love and blessings, Harula xxx

    Reply

  18. bardessdmdenton
    Jun 30, 2013 @ 22:03:59

    This is a wonderful poem, Christine, reflecting that struggle between enjoying life as we can but not disconnecting from the pain and suffering of others. But our pleasures, as the opening stanza expresses, especially as they simply present themselves, as in nature, mean we are throwing out good and healing and peaceful energy.

    ‘They’ always say that when meditating to just go with it … your poem is perfectly named as it does just that.

    Taking us back to being a child … just asking, wondering. And that is not a bad thing, at all.

    Your poetry is so distinctive – I am so excited by the progression you have made. Hope you had a lovely weekend. ‘Talk’ to you soon, Diane XO ♥

    Reply

    • journeyintopoetry
      Jul 01, 2013 @ 08:46:02

      Thank you so much Diane for your warm and encouraging comment.

      I think my thoughts queue up Diane, and wait for my time to meditate! But that’s okay. As you say, “just go with it”. We wouldnt be human if we could simply switch ourselves off. But acknowledging thoughts, alliwing them to come and go is the answer I think. I remember my MS psychologist said to me once when I told her my head gets flooded with thoughts when I try to meitate, just treat them like a wandering toddler you are taking for a walk and keep saying to them, “not now, we will do that later”. It works – sometimes!! 🙂

      And thank you so much for what you said about my progression with poetry. I still feel so unsure of myself, but the difference these days is, Im not afraid to have a go and put myself “out there” . That in itself is a massive change, and reward enough.

      Lots of love always and
      tons of blessings xx❤xx

      Reply

  19. Fergiemoto
    Jul 05, 2013 @ 18:25:47

    Excellent, Christine! Quite evocative and moving.
    Your last two lines really grip me:
    “Internal comments, questions,
    persistent like a small child.”

    I have many questions, and I guess I can still be persistent like a child.

    Reply

    • journeyintopoetry
      Jul 06, 2013 @ 10:53:10

      Thank you very much Fergie. Yes, I think we all have the persistent child in us. Our litle grandson is going through the “why” phase. I seem to have started that phase all over again myself lately and Im sure you will understand this one.

      Xx

      Reply

  20. leamuse
    Jul 06, 2013 @ 05:16:29

    Christine, I did enjoy the poem and had tried for years, unsuccessfully, to meditate. This old grey matter would not be silent.
    When I took up painting, I discovered the silence. Amazing! xxxx

    Reply

    • journeyintopoetry
      Jul 06, 2013 @ 11:02:06

      Thanks Lea.

      What you have just said really fascinates me. Did I tell you I have been playing with colour with oil pastels? I use any mix of colours and simply merge them together and see what emerges. I havent done this for years; I was introduced to it as a means of therapy a few years ago while away on.a spiritual retreat. I didn’t think I would be able to do it anymore as my right hand no longer works, but I bought some and tried and I can manage.

      What I am getting round to saying is when I did the first one last week, it was the fastest two hours I have known! I was utterly absorbed in the moment and had no idea two hours had gone by. So I can totally understand how painting does it for you.

      Love

      Christine xx

      Reply

  21. Betty Hayes Albright
    Jul 07, 2013 @ 17:45:49

    Christine, it seems we can all relate to these simple yet profound thoughts that come into our heads. I love this!!

    Reply

  22. Francina
    Jul 08, 2013 @ 19:09:27

    oh.. this is excellent ! A very interesting monologue of your thoughts. This poem resonate with me, dear Christine. That is exactly why mediation does not work so well for me 🙂
    love and hugs, xxxxxx
    Francina

    Reply

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

Wendy L. Macdonald

My faith is not shallow because I've been rescued from the deep.

Pitching Pennies Poetry

the work of smzang

antryump

"A Blog worth reading "

Veggiewitch

...adventures of a Veggie-Artist-Mama!

The Fat Damsel

Poems To Survive In

roughwighting

Life in a flash - a weekly blog on daily living

Some Good Things

Musings of an explorer...

Poet's Corner

Poems, poets, poetry, writing, poetry challenges

Seasonings

Just a little poetry...

esperluetterbox

words and pictures

Gramma Krackers

Words of the Wise Krackers

dVerse

Poets Pub

leaf and twig

where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry

Petals Unfolding

~Authentically Creating My Life According To Me~

%d bloggers like this: