I USED TO THINK. . .

I USED TO THINK. . .

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          -Mary Oliver

One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice--
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
"Mend my life!"
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do, though the did pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left heir voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do--
determined to save
the only life you could save.

I love the above poem by Mary Oliver and it gave birth to my own piece, below:

I USED TO THINK

He used to have deeply middle-class values,
He used to think he would buy the fancy sports car
He would buy the mansion
He would marry a beautiful woman
But, now it's changed.
Nobody's buying houses in Atherton
They're going to Starwood and getting laid by hookers.

She used to think that love had to be all-consuming 
or it was not love at all;
She spent too many nights 
wishing he and whoever else she was besotted with 
at the moment would call
A boyfriend from the past 
who lingered like a cold you can't shake off
He didn't actually break her heart
They just reached their expiry date.
But now she's relieved-- 
to have this empty place in her heart where once there 
was worry
And her heart, never broken, is fully mended.

I used to think how wonderful it would be to be rich and famous;
For the paparazzi to shout my name in droves,
as I waved a gloved hand, a be-ringed finger 
or threw a sweeping glance under my over-sized sunglassses
I used to wish for the bigger, for the unattainable things.
But now, all I want to do is-- 
hunker down on the pillow of my own good life 
and be still.

WINTER'S HERE & THAT'S A FRESH START. . .

WINTER'S HERE & THAT'S A FRESH START. . .

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