Wistful Musings

Wistful thoughts stirring up
Like steam from a boiling pot
Thinning and dissipating into air

Woeful thoughts rise and rise like
Leavened bread cresting, hardening,
Demanding they be heard at once

My innate sense of self-management with
Tightening and adjustment of mental screws
To deal, fails and wins over, alternately

My outward mien shows great calm
And sublime peace, belying the rising
Panic, bubbles of stress, great unease

My conscience knows that my thoughts.
Intentions and goodwill were all lacking
Somehow, hence my inner SOS signals

The challenge now is to calm this disquiet
Make amends to gain once again the serenity
That can be had, with a little bit of catharsis!

To once again achieve a sense of peace
Within and without, creating soothing oasis
With a mere glance, touch or presence

The world goes whispering to its own, ‘This anguish pierces to the bone;’ And tender friends
go sighing round, ‘What love can ever cure this wound?’ My days go on, my days go on.
– Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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2 Comments for: “Wistful Musings”

  1. This is probably one of my favorite poems of yours. it’s so beautifull written, and I can really relate to it! You’re so talented! –Shanna

    Submitted by Shanna on November 10th, 2007 5:42 pm
  2. What a wonderful poem!

    Submitted by Shanna on November 12th, 2007 11:12 am

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