Left hanging,
she freezes –
stiffening, like last week’s laundry
on a frigid line,
struggling to find her equilibrium
somewhere between
beauty and broken,
free and fettered,
heaven and hell.
Torn between Reason and Hope,
which way
will she swing?
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Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 
Sometimes when I step outside – I feel like that too!
We are faced with so many choices and challenges each day. In the end, what we choose helps to determine our outcome…sobering thought.
This is a powerful image–slammed me right back to another time, and into gratitude that I “lived to tell” (or not tell, as the case may be).
Ooh, those trips aren’t fun. But remembering is sometimes good, to count progress and blessings in a heap!
I agree–a heap of blessings is always nice! The trick is to not get stalled on a back road, during one of those trips–it can happen when we’re tired, so it’s good to carry a jack, fuel can, etc. Holy Spirit “boot” provisions.
Nice… It IS easy to get stalled without provisions! I may need some of those after this busy weekend myself!
This is awesome, Melody! “somewhere between beauty and broken” is really up to how we react to “stuff”. May we swing towards beauty. The frozen laundry is truly a Canadian image… I remember seeing frozen stuff on my mom’s clothesline many moons ago. 😉
Blessings ~ Wendy
We had a pastor who shot his dad’s stiff work coveralls to smithereens with his bb gun as a boy. That’s what I always think of now when I think of frozen laundry!! 🙂
That’s hilarious!! One of my sons air-softs… so I might be wise not to tell him this one… I have a clothesline. 😉
But I have to ask….what is this curious object that you photograph? It is very beautiful but I can’t work it out? Am I allowed to know or is it to remain an thing of mystery and beauty?
It is an ornament, a gift from a student of mine – and in the wind, that ball spins up and down on the wire hanger and glimmers in the light – very pretty! I have no idea what to call it, so I just call it my ‘garden orb’. Pretty, whatever its name is…
It is an ornament, a gift from a student of mine – and in the wind, that ball spins up and down on the wire hanger and glimmers in the light – very pretty! I have no idea what to call it, so I just call it my ‘garden orb’. Pretty, whatever its name is…
How lovely.
I loved the imagery of ‘stiffened, like last week’s laundry on a fridged line!” Praying to lean towards the beauty of hope each day! God bless you, Melody, and your wonderful teaching poems!
Thanks, Debbie! 🙂
Simple and elegant love this one.
Thanks Melody!