A Poem In There Somewhere Maybe (Friday Flash 55)
A Poem In There Somewhere Maybe
I tried between
job work and shirk, to poeticize–
first, like a fern, springing,
then, growing sharpish, considered thistles, busy
with heedless bugs, bemoaned
Buddhists and the tugs
non-clinging missed,
but no poem clung
to the page,
being Buddhist perhaps
or a sprung fern
or a bug done
with its thistle,
now far flown.
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A belated 55 frustrated moans for the G-Man. Let him know.
Above and below, some thistles with bugs.
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ManicDDaily 
July 26, 2013 at 10:44 pm
Attention to details makes this quite Buddhist, as I understand it.
July 27, 2013 at 10:30 am
Thanks – I’m not so sure – the poem I didn’t get to finish was about the difficulty of even wanting to let go of clinging! Thanks though. k.
July 27, 2013 at 12:18 am
I especially like the first two lines …
July 27, 2013 at 1:00 am
delightful photos. and your rendition of Non-Attachment is superb, karin.
July 27, 2013 at 2:26 am
ha smiles…sounds that there ARE poems between thistles and ferns and all the jungle that is our work and life sometimes…smiles
July 27, 2013 at 8:15 am
A mindful poem. Entirely appropriate to Buddhist practice. Well done and lovely photos as value added. I like! đŸ™‚
July 27, 2013 at 10:26 am
Thanks, Jamie, you are very kind. k.
July 27, 2013 at 10:13 am
smiles…you will find your poems…
been reading this book called ‘so buddha walks into a bar’ its pretty cool…insightful…and watched a documentary done with richard gene on the life of buddha this week…lovely thistles…
July 27, 2013 at 10:17 am
I actually wrote the beginnings of a couple of poems that I thought kind of interesting yesterday, but honestly, I am so pressured by work at the moment. It is just kind of awful. I do hope it will get better, but I find it very hard to think about other things when it’s hanging over me. I used to compartmentalize a bit better I think. Agh. I’ve got the post done! k.
July 27, 2013 at 11:11 am
I like the separate worlds that emerge in these 55 prickly words–the bugs, nature herself, always too busy to care about much but the ongoing process–and certainly not any part we play in it. Hope things calm down soon for you , k–your whole year has been one maelstrom of pressure and activity. It’s not always easy to take the weight off the fern so it can spring.
July 27, 2013 at 11:23 am
Yes, it’s been awful, thanks; I may just have to stop doing anything but what’s necessary for a while, even blogging, as I am getting too worn down. k.
July 27, 2013 at 12:52 pm
I love your Buddhist-inspired poem and the buggy thistles as well. Hope that life settles down a bit for you. Sometimes its necessary just to vanish (as far as that is possible) from everything for a while. Five minutes, five hours, five days…
July 28, 2013 at 10:53 pm
Karin…!!!!!!
I’ve been in northern Michigan fishing and being incommunicado .
I did see your beautifully written story and your vivid pics just POPPED, I just couldn’t make contact. Thank you for thinking of the Friday Fun, we really appreciate your clever and creative mind.
Loved your classy and insightful 55
Your late post was well worth the wait
Have a Kick Ass Week…. G