The years ending is tangled in bindweed-
its filamental arms reaching from summer into winter.
Bound by tangles
of bittersweet and honeysuckle-
I feel it deep in my chest,
the bitter and the sweet,
such days of bliss and anger,
frustration and harmony.
I wish I could remove the bad
and leave the good
but it is all too tangled-
the vines interlaced in my ribs,
rising up my throat
to be released each time I open my mouth-
its tangled in thought
all too nimble
all too green
all too restricting –
I sharpen my machete.
*** Twelve Days of Angels, Day Nine
My favourite of the series … I think because the bad and the good are inseparable. Jane
Sigh. Love the image of the bindweed. And all the rest. Happy New Year to you. May it bring many blessings to you and yours.
One of the best titles I’ve read this year! Smiles. The angel in the photo looks like you! I resonate with the many demands of these too-busy days. Let us take ourselves for a walk in the piney-woods, beside a creek, where we can hear only birds calling and the ripple of the water. A soothing machete to tear all those binding vines away.
I named it something completely different and a little lame, if you ask me 🙂 Went to bed and suddenly this title sprang into my mind – got up and changed the post, then back to bed! LOL
I hope you have a wonderful Christmas with your family, my friend.