Poem: Speeding To A Stop
When I wrote this poem I had been sat at my laptop trying to force the words out. I should know better than anyone that the well runs dry and no amount of rain dances will fill it back up again (yes it is raining as I write this!). The thing is, I had allocated myself this 3-hour block before I go to work to actually do something productive on the blog. To write something that isn’t a review. To wax lyrical on a topic I haven’t been paid to write, even though they are my own thoughts and words and still a blog post!
But I have been so busy writing for others and writing about Ariel and Jonny that there really hasn’t been much time for anything else. But would it be so bad if I didn’t write anything in those 3 hours? If I just downed tools and said, thanks but no thanks I’m going to sit this one out? Would my blog come crashing down before my eyes? Is it OK to just stop and smell the (metaphorical) roses?
So I took myself off. Away from the laptop. Away from the kitchen. Just away. My white chair spun on its itself as I moved from my seat. It sat lonely and abandoned amidst the black of my kitchen like a forlorn puppy missing its owner. But nothing good would happen whilst I stayed there. Everything would just have to wait. For 1 minute? 5 minutes? A whole hour?
It turns out it was a 10 minutes break and a few games of emoji blitz on the phone that cleared the cobwebs and gave me this little poem below. I’m still new to writing poetry, still learning, as I am with my stories, so any constructive feedback greatly appreciated as always. Enjoy!
Speeding To A Stop.
Every single spare minute is full
Life jam packed.
Every drop squeezed out
Make sure we are living to the fullest.
No time to stop,
no time to rest.
Just simply no time.
Not enough time.
The sand is falling and soon it’s going to be too late.
Do what needs to be done.
Or else what?
What will happen?
What if we waste that second?
Will it be a loss?
For a moment or two
Would you like to sit with me for few?
To enjoy the silence,
Breathe in the calm.
To reset yourself.
Before the play button is pressed
Is pressed once more.
And off we go a million miles an hour
Doing, being, rushing, seeking
So sit here with me a while
Have a rest and just be.
For in a minute there will be another minute
To hasten and speed off on your way
But there won’t be this minute
To stop and enjoy
And to truly savour
What these precious moments are actually for.
As you come speeding to a stop.