Even Now

Sometimes life has its own way
of spiraling out of our control

So caught up in the
stretched elastic strands
we fight to survive it
Instead of living it
we turn it into our own
prison where hard labour
is enforced

looking back
perhaps we can then see
the big picture which softens
each blow and lightens our
resistance to change.

The loss of control enables
us to cancel out that hold on
the past and with subtle nuances
of introspection here and there
we can reach new depths
crossing other thresholds using
knowledge gleaned from that
humbling of ego.

Even now, as we move through
winters deathly chill we know
that spring awaits us all
with her promised gifts.


© Daydreamertoo *All rights reserved

In light of the now very difficult to read new Blogger captcha thingie I had also removed my own, although it was a lot easier to use than the new Blogger one is but, I’ve since had quite a lot of spam left in comments that readers have left.  One, was a long never-ending page scrolling list in Russian language about selling clothing, but another was to do with porn sites so because of this, I am putting my captcha thingie back on again. Sorry to those who hate them, I don’t mind them if they are easy to read, but Blogger has made a huge faux pas with that and, I think it won’t be very long before they realise what they’ve done by switching from one that is easily understood to one that is enough to try the patience of a saint.

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Author: Daydreamer

I live on a beautiful island in Atlantic Canada.

17 thoughts on “Even Now”

  1. finding ourselves in the confine spaces of our minds…the elastic band was a great way to explain the life we live…
    we always wander back, but as we look forward to the coming of tomorrow..in winter everything is gloomy things are raw but as soon as spring starts everything seems brighter lighter..we change as the seasons change inward to outward…

  2. subtle nuances of introspection is a turn of phrase i particularly like. spring speaks to us. it certainly beckons. reaching new depths is a worthy activity, and the concept of a promise of gifts fulfilled is so warm and inviting.

  3. First off, the Captcha codes are new and easy.

    As for the poem, it caught all sorts of highs and lows. The problem with elastic bounds is that they stretch no matter how hard you try to free yourself. I’ve certainly done that “bimbo limbo” game. But the ending, with its ray of hope, was also so, so true. Lovely write. Amy

  4. you know…the last couple months have been rather brutal…the loss of my car, my computer and the fire, my gramma falling….it all kinda hit me today and i spent the better part of the day in a bit of a funk…so this is a great way to end it…with a bit of a fresh breath…

  5. This is so beautiful! I am in awe of your gift~
    I just finished the prompt for Think Tank Thursday and saw your email. I’m stunned~ I’m on your wave length this week….

  6. It’s true we can’t learn much with a large ego! Living up side down in Australia it is odd to read of spring coming when we are still in summer. Often our mild winters are a relief and even the plants and crops breathe a sigh of relief and burst into activity. Enjoyed the visit.

  7. DayDreamer this piece captured today and that feeling of imprisonment in the mind..but it made me think the mind is elastic also and can stretch and re-coop..even now there is spring..beautiful write..Jae

  8. All that you have written Daydreamer is so very true.
    I have committed to stop worrying and waiting and to
    live and love life in joy.

  9. … waiting for spring … this one and that one and the other one … Excellent poem about growing. Love, cat.

  10. True we can look back as hindsight is 20/20, but the chaos will still ensue. Do I get a good gift when spring comes? The cat likes that idea.

  11. Sigh. I so love your poetry, kiddo! This is so darned true – we use so much energy trying to push the river till, once we learn to let go, and drift with it, we manage to look around and see the beauty of the riverside………

  12. Yes, it is so true…spring always comes! One can always trust that rebirth is inevitable. This morning as I was outside, amazingly geese were honking overhead heading north. Seems very early, but I take it as a good sign.

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