Hurray, another Poetry Thursday! Only one poem again this week – I must admit, I’m finding this weather and just life in general uninspiring as far as poetry goes. I’m hoping once the snow starts melting and the sky starts to look blue again, that I’ll feel more inspired! Shades of grey can only be so inspiring. I was hoping to get a post up for this weekend, but it seems I didn’t give myself enough time to write it, and since I’m headed to London, ON, this weekend, I probably won’t get around to doing it until Sunday now. Bad Cherlyn! Oh wells, my bad. Maybe I’ll bring my camera and actually feel inclined to take some photos of London and share them here. Though I can assure you they won’t be nearly as interesting or as good of quality as the ones that my friend Saber takes. Even if I had a good camera, I’m sure I’d still manage to get my finger in the shot, or make everyone look shiny and weird. Damn other people and their talents *shakes fist into the air*. Just as a side note, I totally shook my fist too, I’m just that awesome.
Oh, just wanted to mention, because I am going away for a few days, I probably won’t be able to get caught up on all the blog posts I have to read until after that, so sorry to everyone who may or may not be thinking “Gee, Cherlyn’s a bitch” (c’mon, someone has to be thinking it…oh wait, that’s me again. I am so hard on myself, I think I should have long talk with myself and then hug and make-up.). Anyways, I will be catching up early next week, just sorry for not having much time to do it now!
Also, as I’m writing this it is Groundhog Day, and Wiarton Willie (from Wiarton, ON) predicted an early spring. Now, it’s not that I don’t believe in the magical gift of foresight that groundhogs possess, I just think that after the snowstorm my area just had, I’m a bit skeptical. On a side note, I found out today that there are quite a few different predicting groundhogs in North America. I have to say, my favourite is Balzac Billy from Balzac, Alberta. Probably because it sounds like ball sack, and I’m immature. Also, I’d like to give the “most random groundhog name” award to Susquehanna Sherman from Mount Wolf, Pennsylvania. Man, that is a mouthful. Teehee, Balzac…mouthful… Oh dear, this is just getting out of hand. Anyways, the reason I brought Groundhog Day up is because every year on this day I watch an amazing comedy, Groundhog Day. If you haven’t watched it, I think you should because it is awesome! So yeah, if you haven’t seen it, it’s about a man who ends up repeating the same day over, and over, and over again. I suppose I was inspired by it this week.
Have a great weekend and now for the poem!
Routinely wake, and breathe, and live,
passing through each moment in time
as blandly and dismally as the moment before.
Each new tick tock of life’s clock
is just a repeating echo of what has been.
Never faltering, never changing,
a metronome for the mundane –
rhythmically reminding us that today is yesterday,
that there will never be a tomorrow,
that each day is always the same.