Thursday, August 10, 2023

Oops, I fell off the internet again


We've been occupied by all-things-parents, getting my folks moved into an assisted living residence while also dealing with hospitalizations for my dad. There's been a lot of emotion around all of it, from a lot of corners, but that's a post for another time. 

July passed in a blur. My daughters went to see Taylor Swift and we are still talking about it. (How did they get tickets? We still don't know. But I was so grateful to have one thing go so flawlessly in July. My Swifties had a nearly perfect experience. So happy.) 

As I attempt to get back into reading, writing, and poetry rhythms, I thought I'd share something simple, lovely, and relatable. From Barbara Crooker: 


In the Middle

of a life that's as complicated as everyone else's,
struggling for balance, juggling time.
The mantle clock that was my grandfather's
has stopped at 9:20; we haven't had time
to get it repaired. The brass pendulum is still,
the chimes don't ring. One day you look out the window,
green summer, the next, and the leaves have already fallen,

(Read the rest here.) 

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Tabatha has the weekly poetry round-up at The Opposite of Indifference

29 comments:

Denise Krebs said...

Karen, welcome back. I hope you find your rhythm soon. Good news for your sweet Swifties this July. The poem you share is relatable and lovely. "Time is always ahead of us, running down the beach..." so true. But I like the empowerment of "but sometimes we take off our watches..."

Linda Mitchell said...

This poem is beautiful...I just sent it to some beloveds. Thank you. And, wow you are on full blast at the moment. Poetry helps. Sending you thoughts of peace in the middle of it all.

KatApel - katswhiskers.wordpress.com said...

Ooph. This poem. I feel it. It is so beautifully relatable. Life and time is passing so fast. (And I don't feel old enough to be at this stage of my life!) Remember to pause and notice small moments of wonder. To catch your breath and keep your sanity. And make new memories.

Anonymous said...

I relate to your chosen poem... cannot keep up! Who can? I'm happy for your good news, and sorry for the trials. I rejoice at a homegrown tomato. And today I will see my grandchildren. Can you see the smile on my face?

Patricia Franz said...

Gosh, this is a beautiful ode to Time, Karen! Thank you. I love "Each day, we must learn/again how to love, between morning's quick coffee/and evening's slow return."
TRUTH!

Linda B said...

Barbara Crocker never fails to bring me a connection to my life, Karen. I hear you about complicated lives, even as I have been through your events, even alone, so much happens, "Time is always ahead of us, running down the beach,". Thank you for finding the perfect poem for our lives. Best wishes for yours, too!

Tabatha said...

A gorgeous poem, Karen. I had to slow down to read it properly :)
Thinking good thoughts for you and your folks.

Karen Edmisten said...

Thanks, Denise. Here's to taking off watches. :)

Karen Edmisten said...

Thanks, Linda. I'm feeling those peaceful thoughts!

Karen Edmisten said...

Kat, do we ever feel old enough to be at any stage? I keep thinking I'm still 40... :) Yes to the small moments of wonder. On our way back home last night, we caught a beautiful sunset. It all counts, it all helps.

Karen Edmisten said...

And yes to making new memories. ❤️❤️

Karen Edmisten said...

Cheers for homegrown tomatoes and grandchildren!

Karen Edmisten said...

Yes, I love Barbara Crooker!

Karen Edmisten said...

Thanks, Linda! Glad to share those Crooker Connections. :) ❤️

Karen Edmisten said...

Ah, love that you slowed down to read it properly, Tabatha. ;) ❤️ Thank you!

Rose Cappelli said...

Thanks for sharing the Barbara Crooker poem. So relatable, especially love "sometimes we lie in the hammock, caught between the mesh
of rope and the net of stars" - sigh! Hope things even out for you soon!

Mary Lee said...

There are so many lines to love in this poem, so many Big Truths. Sigh. I love Barbara Crooker almost as much as Billy Collins, who snuck a new book out last year without telling me!

Margaret Simon said...

This poem makes me so sad. I follow Barbara Crooker on FB and her husband died. He is so very present in this poem. Everything can fall apart in a single moment, with the drop of a coffee cup. I've heard so much about the various concerts this summer. Taylor Swift rocks, but I'm done with concerts. Did you go with them?

Karen Edmisten said...

Thanks, Rose. Crooker really knows how to craft a line, doesn't she?

Karen Edmisten said...

I feel the same way, Mary Lee, and thanks for reminding me that I haven't yet gotten myself a copy of Musical Tables. :) I heard him talking about it on a podcast and of course it went right on the wish list. :)

Karen Edmisten said...

Crooker is amazing to me. So strong in the face of loss over the years (and facing loss, as so many of us do, through writing about it.) No, I didn't go with my Swifties. I considered it for a minute when they were buying tickets but the thought of a stadium concert in Kansas City in July was too much. :) It turned out they had *incredible* weather and an incredible time. I'm glad they had not only the concert but that sister-bonding time too.

Karen Edmisten said...

Margaret, did you know that Crooker established this fellowship for caregivers?
What a generous spirit she has.

Anastasia Suen said...

The title and the first 2 lines say SO much! Thank for sharing, Karen.

Carol Varsalona said...

Karen, I can relate to July passing by in a blur with stress and sickness. The introduction of Barbara Crocker's poem, In The Middle, is a poem to read again and again. These lines are so timely: Time is always ahead of us, running down the beach, urging
us on faster, faster, but sometimes we take off our watches,
sometimes we lie in the hammock, caught between the mesh
of rope and the net of stars, suspended, tangled up
in love, running out of time.
May the end of the summer bring you peace.

Karen Edmisten said...

Thanks for stopping, Anastasia!

Karen Edmisten said...

Thanks, Carol. Peace to you, too!

Susan T. said...

Ooh, that's a good one. Very relatable. And bittersweet there at the end.

Michelle Kogan said...

What a delicious poem Karen, and like " everyone else's," so relatable to us all… I want to catch time next I'm on the beach and slow it down a tad, thanks!

Karen Elise Finch said...

What a captured life experience in this poem. The grandfather clock silent and the dog’s metronome tail—Thank goodness for those four-legged faithful companions through life.