Friday, 2 June 2017

3 o'clock

at 3 o'clock, each day,
I turn on music and remind myself
to open a window – at least for a bit –

 inhale ... and try to spot a capricious breeze

often I hum accompaniment


humming, I find, sets me in mind of

cleaning and folding up and putting away

there is a lot of humming to be done
in these shambolic days

sometimes ... then ... a simple truth falls

upon a moment, as clear as a mending stitch ...
tacked on the ragged edges of the fraying values,
I had long believed were – self-evident


 photo: Taken at the Roedde House Museum (a restored Heritage House) Vancouver - W. Bourke

© 2017 Wendy Bourke

21 comments:

  1. Music sure opens up a lot of emotions. Warm greetings.

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  2. Many ways to interpret this. Very clever (interpret)

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  3. Oh indeed, this definitely is the time for humming... Indeed, I thought some values were self evident too. We are all being tested right now.

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  4. Lots of wonderful image metaphors here.. the humming in shambolic days and the clear stitch upon frayed values...nicely done!

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  5. I love 'capricious breeze', the insight into your life, and the sewing metaphor.

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  6. How we long to cling onto normality without stress from any quarter. When it does occur uncertainty does occur our haven then is hiding within ourselves...much like snail! Millions of us must feel that way now.

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  7. you pieced this together with the deftness of touch - lovely lines woven so neatly and clearly with analogy

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  8. I love the sense of occupation and contentment in this poem - it is good to hum and get lost in our thoughts and hobbies (and great sewing machine)

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  9. Beautiful!❤️ I love 'capricious breeze' and the accompanying metaphor ❤️

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  10. love the sewing metaphor...so true...'there is a lot of humming to be done / in these shambolic days'...sigh...

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  11. First of all, thank you for the word "shambolic". What fun. Secondly, I love your poem; the last stanza is brilliant. Frying values indeed.

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  12. I love the shambolic days, and the simple truth that sometimes comes, that we once took for granted.

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  13. "shambolic"---what a wonderfully descriptive word, and I love the way it sounds, too!

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  14. I think that if we all started humming, maybe it would choir into change from shambolic days.

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  15. Yes, hum or sing out loud sometimes play an "air guitar" to calmer productive days. :)
    ZQ

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  16. I too like the word shambolic, I am all for playing music and 3:00 is always a time of magic.

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  17. Really lovely read, greetings.

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  18. Love this part WEndy:

    here is a lot of humming to be done
    in these shambolic days

    Have a good humming week ~

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  19. Yes, humming and mending stitches. Humming may be a good thing for us all to do. I v. much like how you used your sewing metaphor at the end.

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  20. This just made me feel good. I definitely need to hum more. Thanks for reminding me of this good practice.

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  21. I love the shambolic days, and the simple truth that sometimes comes, that we once took for granted.

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