New Year Resolve

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by May Sarton



The time has come

To stop allowing the clutter

To clutter my mind

Like dirty snow,

Shove it off and find

Clear time, clear water.



Time for a change,

Let silence in like a cat

Who has sat at my door

Neither wild nor strange

Hoping for food from my store

And shivering on the mat.



Let silence in.

She will rarely speak or mew,

She will sleep on my bed

And all I have ever been

Either false or true

Will live again in my head.



For it is now or not

As old age silts the stream,

To shove away the clutter,

To untie every knot,

To take the time to dream,

To come back to still water.


please note: photo by by Carol J. Phipps

Comments

  1. SilverGullsDecember 31, 2012 at 4:41 PM

    Happy New Year Tidings. Always a pleasure to drop by. Lovely poem. You have the knack of finding them.

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  2. C.M. JacksonJanuary 1, 2013 at 8:54 AM

    Happy new year and thank you for the lovely Poem...I had forgetten how much I love May Sarton

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  3. Mary EllenJanuary 1, 2013 at 2:36 PM

    How lovely - and how helpful this Sarton poem is. Thanks kindly. Best wishes for your own busy life to have restorative pools of silence.

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  4. The BugJanuary 4, 2013 at 10:13 AM

    It really is now or not... Happy new year!

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  5. LydiaJanuary 4, 2013 at 6:21 PM

    Perfect. I needed this. Will post this poem at Clutterquake soon. Many thanks.

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