The Business of Life

going about
the business of life
running and pleasing
never feeling you are enough
breathing constricted
thinking conflicted
you can lay it down
look around
feel the air on your skin
sun warmed a mystery
of cloud shadows
moving over your face
over the valleys of deep
sorrow and peaks
of joyous heights snowbound
where the bristle cone pine
twists around your heart
chases rabbit and raven
and laughter and haven
for all earth just waits
while going about
the business of life

inspired by “Wild Geese” by Mary Oliver

Written for dVerse


20 thoughts on “The Business of Life

  1. Victoria

    Yep, I see the Mary Oliver influence in this. She has such a way of connecting life and nature, as does your poem. You’ve written beautiful images, showing your ability to observe detail. Thank you so much, Dee.

    1. Dee Post author

      Thank YOU Victoria for the wonderful prompt. Mary Oliver is a favorite. I have bookmarked your wonderful website to check out this weekend when I have more time.

  2. brian

    oh that business of life will certainly pull you along…nice job on the descriptors…cloud face, nice…chases rabbit and raven…great choices there….

    1. Dee Post author

      Thank you Claudia and yep, I think most of us feel that way at times. Thank goodness there is beauty to escape to, whether in the real world or in each others poetry πŸ™‚

  3. John Richter

    Love Mary’s work…… yours is very reminiscent of that, very flowing, very descriptive and telling words bringing flashes of sensation to the reader…. very much alike and well written…..

  4. Mary

    Oh, this is delightful. I too can see Mary Oliver’s influence here. I love these lines:

    for all earth just waits
    while going about
    the business of life

    1. Dee Post author

      Thank you Mary – funny how we think we are on such important tasks day in and day out while the world just keeps on living and growing and surviving. Maybe in spite of us πŸ™‚

  5. tinkwelborn

    cool. and it sounds like Ms. Oliver.
    your poem ‘moves’ at a clip (for me)
    and it’s got Nature, which is Oliver’s well-spring.
    good poem. thank you.

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