Feeling sorry for myself. . .

Today is the official last day of my summer holiday.  Sigh.  Huge sigh.

Such Big Plans
© KLarson 2011


The dappled days I dreamed of
Six weeks ago, weary from work
From stress and from a winter
So long and cold we despaired
To ever see an end to misery
And snow and wind and lethargy,
Are all gone now.
Scattered like dandelion fluff
On wild winds blowing
Wicked out of the West.

My aspirations of a summer
Spent lounging in a chair, book
And beer always within reach,
Seem, somehow to have hitched
A ride with the constant wind
And gone joy-riding with
High-scudding clouds somewhere
Far beyond my grasp.

There were other plans, too,
For novels and short stories and
Poetry all to be penned and
published.  All it needed
Was a vein to be opened
While days of leisure
Stretched out before me
Immeasurable and vast
and never-ending.

The truth is six weeks
Is barely enough time to squeeze
In obligations left too long.
Friendships, like gardens,
Need tending, and visits with family,
Planned deep in the heart of
Winter when summer
Hovered on the horizon
Like a saviour, take the
Lion’s share of mid-summer days.

So, bedroom walls will remain marred
And splotched, my new deck
A vision.  Sandpaper and caulk
And rust-remover, all still in the bag
I carried them home in, have no
Shelf-life.  I think.  Anyway, they
Will be there, I’m certain,
Next summer, when, like my eyes
My intentions are too big
For such a tiny treasure of a season.

Alberta Summer sky



  1. August 25, 2011 at 12:24 pm

    Oh, what a lovely poem, and how similar I feel!…yet there will be great adventures for us both well before we reach next Summer 🙂

    • klrs09 said,

      August 26, 2011 at 7:20 am

      That is true Kate! And thanks for liking the poem.

  2. souldipper said,

    August 25, 2011 at 12:46 pm

    Well, you wrote a grand piece of poetry! Give yourself a pat on the back and give a finger to all that didn’t get done. The big question is this: Is there joy in your heart and will you be remembered for how you helped someone else experience joy?

    Give ’em what-for, my prairie friend. We know what you’re made of!! 😀

  3. klrs09 said,

    August 26, 2011 at 7:22 am

    Thanks, Amy — I truly was feeling sorry for myself, but you’re right — I do have joy in my heart and memories created this summer to sustain me through the long winter ahead.

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