Free Verse: Simplify
Sometimes, you need to simplify
your life and its surroundings.
Dismiss debris, direct disorder,
eschew extraneous efforts.
Sometimes, you need to cancel a subscription,
remove a feed, give up an addiction.
Sometimes, you need to examine your choices,
and think about what's really important.
Sometimes, you need to say "no"
to your boss, to your friend, to your partner.
Sometimes, you need to take some time
purely for yourself.
Sometimes, you might feel drowned
under the weight of all those demands
you've placed upon yourself--
uncalled for.
Sometimes, you need to allow yourself
to be selfish--
to put yourself first for once--
your friends will understand that.
Sometimes, you need to simplify
your life and its surroundings.
Sometimes, you need to take some time
purely for yourself,
and think about what's really important.
your life and its surroundings.
Dismiss debris, direct disorder,
eschew extraneous efforts.
Sometimes, you need to cancel a subscription,
remove a feed, give up an addiction.
Sometimes, you need to examine your choices,
and think about what's really important.
Sometimes, you need to say "no"
to your boss, to your friend, to your partner.
Sometimes, you need to take some time
purely for yourself.
Sometimes, you might feel drowned
under the weight of all those demands
you've placed upon yourself--
uncalled for.
Sometimes, you need to allow yourself
to be selfish--
to put yourself first for once--
your friends will understand that.
Sometimes, you need to simplify
your life and its surroundings.
Sometimes, you need to take some time
purely for yourself,
and think about what's really important.


6 Comments:
Your poem made me think of a Philip Larkin one. It has material that could be offensive to some, so I won't be dismayed if the comment disappears. The line breaks aren't original, either.
High Windows
When I see a couple of kids
And guess he's fucking her and she's
Taking pills or wearing a diaphragm,
I know this is paradise
Everyone old has dreamed of all their lives--
Bonds and gestures pushed to one side
Like an outdated combine harvester,
And everyone young going down the long slide
To happiness, endlessly. I wonder if
Anyone looked at me, forty years back,
And thought, That'll be the life;
No God any more, or sweating in the dark
About hell and that, or having to hide
What you think of the priest. He
And his lot will all go down the long slide
Like free bloody birds. And immediately
Rather than words comes the thought of high windows:
The sun-comprehending glass,
And beyond it, the deep blue air, that shows
Nothing, and is nowhere, and is endless.
Philip Larkin
Anyone who's offended will have to skip over it all by themselves.
Nifty rhythm to his poem ("nifty" is a technical term, right?).
"Nifty" is one of the most technical terms I know.
mark,
you seemed to have read my mind with this one.
sarah
Maybe YOUR friends will understand that!
Well, I do have wonderful friends...
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