Not Quite a Poem
I was in bitter spirits Christmas day.
At six in the evening, as the Angelus
pealed from St Agnes's, I urged myself:
"Do something creative, something positive!
Pray! Write! Have a bite to eat!
Stop! Sit! Breathe!" And so I did
most of those things! And my mood slowly changed
and mellowed to a more irenic key.
The normalizing daily things of life
that take the nettled soul out of itself
to focus on some happier, brighter things,
or some healthful pursuit, some work, some chore
that breaks the fevered rhythm of obsession:
these can save us, these can make us whole.
Poetry by Thomas DeFreitas
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Written on 2017-12-26 at 12:19
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