Sunday, September 25, 2011

Plan B

The following is written for Sunday Scribblings.

Plan B looks like
me, letting go
of the wreckage i am drowning in.
It is taking advice
and switching canoes midstream
Leaping from one wobbly boat
to another
confident that this one
is sturdy enough to
take me safely where
i want to go.

Plan B looks like
you, getting smaller
in the midst of debris floating by.
It is taking advice
that this boat is not big enough
for the both of us
Rowing with all my might
away away away
hoping that this oar
is all i need to
take me eventually where
I can see the bottom

14 comments:

WyomingDiva said...

Oh, wonderful poem. It speaks to where I am at in my life right now - at the bottom, but looking up hopefully. Hope it gets better for you soon too!

Templeton's fury said...

the only place we can go is up, diva! :)

Morning said...

letting go is an awesome option,
amazing verse.

:)

Old Raven said...

I do believe that you have well described life for many. Quite a wonderful poem. And, I love Templeton.

Sean Vessey said...

Great Poem. Sucked me in ...
Plan B - Keep breathing

Mike Patrick said...

Somedays, it seems like we are in way over our heads and all we can do is paddle just to stay where we are. That and bail to keep the boat from sinking.

Jo Bryant said...

letting go - one of the most difficult things to do

gautami tripathy said...

Beautifully written...

Here is mine:

unhinged

Granny Smith said...

Plan C: Keep living. A beautifully expressed poem.

Templeton's fury said...

granny, i'll take C!

Marbles in My Pocket said...

Nice poem, bad situation. I agree with Granny!
http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2011/09/25/one-she-beckons-me-come-2/

Irene said...

Beautiful poem! :-)

Morning said...

amazing....

Manicddaily said...

I really loved the energy of this poem, and the (despairing) wit. Really interesting and fun (in a grim way). K.