Momentum


You spin spin with your arms stretched far
And you feel life
Take those arms in
Momentum, the top of a hill you climbed

Remember being a child,
Smell of breathing damp ground and the fern biting through clothes
Toes shivering in, yes, water proof boots –
but not if you try to find those mermaids
Salt on the lips and a horizon touching the sea,
a wind blowing the hood behind you
Bringing in a smell a taste a craving for ocean
The sand will eat you and you scream,
because it's how you speak to the sea
how you talk to the wind
every child knows

And you know no better
Than to fill your lungs with all of that
Natural chaos
Long before somebody twisted your arms to write
You started carrying your back around – straight
Crushed under computers, bags of sorrow and stress; money
Self-pity
Coffee, cigarettes, alcohol; drugs
Straight
Breathing was no chore

Sometimes we need to walk far to find home
We all had parents who told us not to go too far
Look for shelves instead of Poseidon and his mermaids

Sometimes you need to walk a different path than your friends
Although anxious to keep you close and from harm
They tell you to stay

Lovers told you to stay close

They all ask so much of you

We all came from the sea, and we started walking
We walk into our shoes and find a life
It's a climb, it's a mountain – it's an adventure
And we looked at it from the sea, as children, and it seemed so high
We almost gave up
But perspective grows on us, and one day we feel big enough
To fill the shoes, to climb that mountain top
To touch the horizon – our boots were too short, wouldn't let us
And once you reach that mountain top
We see It, we can finally see it all
Beaches, rocks, forest and hills
Lands competing with the sky
The wind will still be there, and you can take in its might
With more wisdom than the child admiring its power
More humble in front of chaos
With less greed; with more reward
Breath
Momentum

You did probably walk too far,
But your parents couldn't stop you
Shouldn't

And perhaps yes, it is a coincidence if you meet your friends again
But, that is when we truly find them in our hearts

Lovers come and go

You're lucky if you can find a home on top of that mountain,
If you find that as life spins around you
There was a meaning and a purpose of your walk
The struggle through muddy paths and capricious thorns
The endless planes of emptiness before the climb

Scream and shout as hard as you can,
as you used to in those small red wellingtons
Because nobody can tell you how it's meant to feel
Once life shrinks to be looked upon
As it is,
For you to find out
What type of walk you have
or what path the wind blew you on






Poetry by Angie-M
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Written on 2010-04-07 at 02:48

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Volumes of wisdom here. And I very much like the Wordsworthian phrase "fill your lungs with all that natural chaos.
2010-04-11


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2010-04-11


Rob Graber
But I see the poet is far from old; merely wise WAY beyond her years!?
2010-04-07


Rob Graber
At first reading, I wanted this vivid and invigorating poem to end after the eighth stanza (Breath / Momentum). Gaining some perspective on life and one's own path is indeed a considerable pleasure of getting old...
2010-04-07