devoured by the day (rengo)

golden years have yet to turn me into a believer

 

the day dawns for me,

but sleep is warmer, softer,

a quiet cocoon,

and i want to burrow down,

deny the day, the chores and

onus i’d rather

forget.  somehow though i rise,

lurch from my bedroom

craving caffeine, dark and strong.

kicking a path through my home,

i count the victims

newly trapped in spiders’ web.

i salute my leggy

allies.  pity laundry falls

beyond their skills. pity too

they can’t do dishes.

caffeine fortified, i throw

open my arms to

the daylight: “here i am -- break

me, stomp me, i am ready.”

Reviews

[Lydia Shutter]

This poem screams, "Hello world, here I am. Give me your worst or your best. I can take it!" So empowering. Great imagery. Love how you brought spiders into the poem....oh, if only they could do our chores. How wonderful that would be indeed! Great write. Lydi**

[annie lee]

Thank you, Lydia. My retirement years are not bringing out the bustling, creative and project-laden Martha Stewart in me. Other things have greater attraction for me.

[Tom]

A jocular peruse into yet another day at the 'office' !

I particularly admire your affinity with our arachnid companions, stealth workers they surely are !!

[annie lee]

Thanks, Tom. I find the day's start just as daunting as when I was commuting in the fur-lined rut. The difference is, NOW I can roll over and go back to sleep.

[Tom]

Priceless indeed Annie !

[Pryde Foltz]

i count the victims
newly trapped in spiders’ web.
i salute my leggy
allies. pity laundry falls
beyond their skills. pity too
they can’t do dishes.

Ain't that the truth. Fine write, Annie.

[annie lee]

Thank you very much. What an incredible leveling of reality's landscape age is. I can't call it boredom, maybe rather a ratcheting down of expectations and vulnerability to titillation. Cheers.

[Pryde Foltz]

I'm not far on your heels; I hear you, but just barely;)

[Angi]

I feel like this almost every single day, Annie! Ha! The spiders NOT doing 'pity laundry' had me laughing out loud! Great poem. Angi~

[annie lee]

Thanks, Angi. I was once known for my pristine home and garden, lavish holiday decorations, exquisitely presented gifts, etc, etc. Well, THOSE days are gone. I have no money -- cannot even afford to send Christmas cards because stamps are almost 50 cents apiece -- and no family even close to visit. I am strangely ok with that. And I kinda like not having that huge expectation looming over me. Cheers, Angi.

[Sami Khalil]

A day in the life of a poetess in the spiderwebs of life...Bravo

[annie lee]

Thanks, Sami. My house is not yet at the stage of Miss Haversham's, but the growing similarity is disturbing.

[Sami Khalil]

Hahaha...You are welcome...:)....................

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i'd like to be able to do this a lot of days too...just burrow down and ignore the day...let the spiders do it...
but the chores won't do themselves and we need to get up...oh well.

you spoke for many of us with this poem...thank you for your voice.

[annie lee]

Thank you, friend, for you reading and review. I did not mean to sound defeatist. I do get up and face the day, but there a lot of skirmishes during that time. ah, well. Retirement, those days you longed for when you had money, and now that you're here and have no money, the irony is exquisite.