My thoughts on anticipation are a bit scattered and in an attempt to resist the idea that I could write about anticipation being better than the thing itself, I decided to give myself the structure of an acrostic..
I wrote poems for both today and for day four, but they both ended up being too personal to post publicly. Writing them was really cathartic, though, so thank you for inspiring them. <3
Being suspended in a web of anticipation
Waiting for small vibrations along a tread
Is a spider of information moving towards me
Bringing knowledge i am loved
Spiders do not bring answers
They bring paralysis
So that the fluids of life
can be slowly sucked
From one’s fearful soul
I easily extricate myself
I am emancipated
With simple wisdom
Gained with tiny footsteps
Over the path of time
Life’s enchantment is rewarded
Not by being loved
But by loving
Anticipation:
An insane,
furious,
curious,
aggrivating,
frustrating,
all-consuming
24/7 walk
on a bed of nails
to an innocent boy
who doesn't want to be
innocent
anymore.
This brings back memories from more than half a century ago. Thank you for reminding me, Chuck.
Yeaaaa.
I was thinking/hoping there might be some boys out there that could relate. 🙂🙂
In the year
of Medicare enrollment
there is yet
somehow
a feeling
that life
is turning
toward a season
of theo-poetic
awakening.
I’m living in the “theo-poetic awakening”, JH.
Hope cracks through like
the first twinges of dawn color.
You have to be watching for it,
anticipating it, maybe you even
look twice or nudge a friend to
make sure it is real.
…and how needed as breath and water is that winged thing called hope. Thank you for this lovely word picture, Mary Beth.
My thoughts on anticipation are a bit scattered and in an attempt to resist the idea that I could write about anticipation being better than the thing itself, I decided to give myself the structure of an acrostic..
Anticipation
An act
Now
That looks forward
Into
Coming moments
Inviting
Participation
Acknowledging
Things to come
Increasing excitement
Overwhelming anticipation, right
Now for all that lies ahead
I really needed this today— thank you!
I wrote poems for both today and for day four, but they both ended up being too personal to post publicly. Writing them was really cathartic, though, so thank you for inspiring them. <3
Anticipation
Waiting is hard,
Except when it isn’t.
“Hope deferred makes the heart sad”, but sometimes procrastination is my
friend.
Sometimes I want to keep tomorrow
at bay.
I’m often afraid
that anticipation trumps reality.
Maybe I’ll just wait and see,
While trying to remember to breathe.
Love this ♥️
Beautiful Carrie. Thank you.
Beautiful! Thank you for this.
Anticipation Is My Favorite
I love that moment on a stage
just before the lights go up
breath suspended
ready
magic swelling in the pause
the beat just before laughter
when the joke lands in silent splendor
crackling with explosive energy
the iridescent shine
on the skin of a bubble
the moment before Creation,
God's finger a millimeter from
bursting.
Beautiful. I appreciate reading this!
Spiritual writing group recently wrote on topic of “Waiting” and that seems close enough to this topic so I’ll share what I penned:
The Dhalia waits to bloom
The acorn waits to sprout
So why do we get lost
While hurrying all about?
The Catepillar waits
To become a Monarch
Just as the mighty Sun waits
To lighten up the dark
The Lotus waits
While Embracing the Mud
The Fern never frets
About Popping her Bud
The tadpole waits
To become a toad
When we learn to wait
We lighten our load
Let us meditate
On how the tiny seed becomes a fruit
And allow our own gentle nature
To patiently follow suit
If we can learn to wait
For all the traffic lights
We can certainly learn to wait
For God’s majestic Heights
I love that phrase "gorgeous belonging." Such a lovely poem. I feel that tension of the now and the not yet.