Inertia

If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away. - Thoreau

this world sucks me in and upchucks me out

not even having the decency to cover any spilled remnants with dirt

you have to say something suddenly to blurt

go back to revert

be confident to assert 

attracted to flirt

you needn't bend over backwards to look up a windblown skirt

it's hard to fasten a buttonless shirt

or play a game of hopscotch with someone naturally, abundantly bosomed and stridently pert

it sometimes takes surprisingly little to be hurt

like this summer hill that i live atop

why can't i too, like it, be inert

Author's Note

“When any real progress is made, we unlearned and learn anew what we thought we knew before.” - Thoreau

Reviews

[emmajoygreen]

Cleverly rhythmic words. 'Have a strong feeling that you could have continued on and on with words that made sense - although different scents and scenes!

:) Now tell me, what would Thoreau had said about,

'you needn't bend over backwards to look up a windblown skirt
it's hard to fasten a buttonless shirt
or play a game of hopscotch with someone naturally, abundantly bosomed and stridently pert
it sometimes takes surprisingly little to be hurt
like this summer hill that i live atop
why can't i too, like it, be inert'

[Pete]

am more interested in what you would say about it and what it speaks to you however since you ask -

i often feel very empty, lonely and unfulfilled. i long for a new driving purpose and significant other but fear making a mistake or taking steps to obtain. after losing everything i've been forced to confront nothing but the truth of myself and it can be scary now that i am older and questionably wiser.

thoreau said that, "Happiness is like a butterfly, the more you chase it, the more it will elude, but if you turn your attention to other things, it will come and sit softly on your shoulder." no butterflies have come sit on my shoulder.

in the 1800's he was accused of running away and hiding from life at walden pond. that is debatable but he said that is we who are afraid of facing the truths of ourselves by stripping away the frivolities of life. i feel as though the window of my ivory tower cannot be broken but it can, to live and breathe is risk. i vacillate between to different plains and am stick in the middle on a road to nowhere.

i believe einstein said that, "Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results."

maybe those who cannot do instead ramble and write ... :)

[Pete]

... is not easy being an idealist. i guess the last line says it all. i am truly grateful for milo and love him dearly ... :)

[Pete]

... like him i longed for the truth and when i found it did nothing with it. the only truth he found was probably under a rock or encircled in a tree stump. he loved and proposed to a woman named ellen sewall but her father "advised" her to turn him down because he wasn't amounting to much (nothing but a philosopher living, writing and exploring in a one room cabin on the fringes of the town) although he did dabble in the family pencil-making business at times.

[emmajoygreen]

I need to read and re-read you addenda. Dinner due in a while. ' will return.

[emmajoygreen]

Have read and read the above and can understand what knowledge and awareness has done to yand for you. Your inspiration comes from thinkers and in their way, people who have analysed the truth as they saw and absorbed it.
Am by no means an academic but am a searcher or seeker if you like, who follows what beckons me whatever. Surely as unique individuals we absorb or masticate according to character and/or personality taking or leaving what is relevant or not. We cannot agree on everything, surely that becomes robotic or brainwashing. For me, without apologies but respect, is conversation or debate, and the willingness to do it gracefully, In doing that, we just might learn something new and worthwhile! Now slipping off my soapbox with apologies. :)

[Pete]

no need for apology, you ever the voice of reason along with mellifluous pen of poesy. i've always been a strongly emotional soul for both good and bad. there is usually something messy about feelers, idealists and thinkers, perhaps from too much of the these and not enough doing. true, we cannot deny who we are but we all have choices to make whether like it or not. i'm the one standing at the fork in the road in all kinds of weather and not choosing a path for fear then philosophising in order to justify my being weather-beaten. i suspect that if thoreau had a leak in his one room cabin on the banks of walden, he would try to patch it right quick. i am currently blessed with milo and take solace from what befell me in him. the sad fact is that i probably am too inert.. thoreau wrote that, "There is a certain perfection in accident which we never consciously attain.” along with, "We should be blessed if we lived in the present always, and took advantage of every accident that befell us, like the grass which confesses the influence of the slightest dew that falls on it; and did not spend our time in atoning for the neglect of past opportunities, which we call doing our duty."

please forgive me as both mom and dad have recently passed and have been doing much thinking, what-ifs, if-onlys and such ... :)

[emmajoygreen]

When someone hurts - as you must be, forgiveness is not an issue because holding hands and saying 'I'm so sorry' is far, far more important, Pete.

[Pete]

no hand to hold, only milo's paw. the lord indeed works in mysterious ways. I would do anything for him... :)

[emmajoygreen]

Milo's paw it is..
Sleep with peace on your pillow and, as granny used to say, a hot water bottle at your feet!