Stepping Off and Into

oh!

she steps off the path 
of her self-prescribed to-do list,
a path of tasks ordered thoughtfully

according to urgency, to inner wishes,
to mindful mapping,
                                                                 off the path
of lock-step mindset:
do this, then this, then this,
                                                                 off the path
of efficiency and productivity,
of purpose and execution.

off the path                                                    and into pause

                                                                 into the tock tock
of what might be a metronome
but is in fact the second hand
of the battery-operated
wall clock beside the desk
in her workspace,

                                                                 into the muffled
press of alphabetic keys
on her laptop, requiring none of the muscle,
offering none of the metallic music
of the manual machines on which
she learned to type in ninth grade,
                                                                 into the small white
ceramic trinket tray
on which rests an orphaned earring,
its mate lost in the grasses and weeds
at the edge of a virginia cornfield
some dozen years gone,
                                                                 into the three
chestnuts collected late last fall
with an idea of posing them
so she could paint
color swatches in deep rich browns
with hints of russet,
                                                                 into the reverberation
of her husband’s footsteps,
his familiar tread up the stairs to the deck,

the snick of latch release,
the weighty thunk of door
landing solidly in frame,
                                                                 into the firmament
beyond the skylight—where

she is soaring crow, energy
of deepest blue black, arrowing
with might and grace
through morning’s sunbright.

—dotty seiter

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Notes about poem and art:
• What a gift one morning last spring to step off my intended path and into the start of drafting “oh!”, getting a rush of words spilled onto the page. I eventually returned to the draft this autumn to craft it through to resolved poem. I wrote in free-verse, implementing visual structure, word choice, epistrophe, and alliteration in service of musicality.
• Similarly, nearly a year after purchasing a few beautiful chestnuts, I finally stepped off the path of procrastination into the pause that made space for me to paint color swatches to celebrate these burnished meditation beads.



8 responses to “Stepping Off and Into”

  1. We all have to leave are dailly “to do” lists….. writing this when I should be watering some climbing vines in the yard. Dust this desk, and other chores that maybe done or not.

    How fortunate we are to remember regular typewriters and be part of this digital world, that keeps changing by the minute. The use of dial telephones, black tv, internet through the telephone which was timed. Guess I strayed abit !

    Glad you strayed and completed that beautiful color swatch! I love browns, greys and neutrals. They have a special glow! I love the cast shadows in the photo!

    WordPress is behaving!

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    1. Smiled at your “writing-this-when-I-should-be” opening; many is the time that I’ll put as an email subject heading: “instead of” and I’ll state what I would be doing if not writing : )

      Regarding dial phones and b&w TV, we have certainly seen dramatic change in our lifetime. I often pause mid-conversation to take note of the fact that so much of the language I use is words (for concepts and physical objects, and MORE) that didn’t exist when we were born!

      Thanks for loving the color swatches with me! I too love neutrals, and love cast shadows!

      YAY for WordPress’s behaving for you today : )

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    Joyful Puttering

    I smiled all the way through this poem…I spend most of my time off the path! The energy and excitement of your creative journey comes through brilliantly. It reads like a song…and a dance of pure joy. And those three little chestnuts are rich and yummy…both the actual nuts and your painting.

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    1. Three cheers for a life lived mostly off the path, MaryAnn! I wrote this poem quite a bit before the day when I paused to paint those delectably beautiful chestnuts, and had a post scheduled with different art. I was happy to go back and swap out the first art to let the chestnuts take their place. Thank you for your reads like a song and a dance of pure joy reflection : )

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  3. I am reading your post on a perfect off the path kind of day, where all of my lists and plans have been elbowed aside by other this, helping me embrace the wabisabi of happenstance (like this post! THIS! TODAY!) and now I hope to find that

    she is soaring crow, energy
    of deepest blue black, arrowing
    with might and grace

    I want to join you in the sky, arrowing. xoxoxo

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    1. Let’s fly, Lola! Arrowing without target! Pure energy, might, and grace, embracing the wabisabi of happenstance, with our deepest blue black wings soaring!

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  4. Love, love, love, Dotty! Off the path, and into the pause.

    Love the burnished meditation beads and your terrific color swatches. Those will never get old.

    xoxo

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    1. Off the path and into the pause = huge gift each and every time.

      I’m grateful to have finally painted the color swatches for my burnished meditation beads. They waited patiently for a lonnnng time!

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In 2014, I grab an unexpected opportunity to paint.

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