Sanctuary

By Claire Crocker

1 Nov 2011

Stressed

from looming deadlines

Making frantic last minute efforts

to remember endless obligations

and promises made

and demands identified

for far too long

and for far too many people

Expecting too much

from myself

and allowing others

to expect far too much from me

when I'm already overwhelmed

Anxiety, that tight-fisted,

muscle-aching, agitating

dread feeling of apprehension...

Water

Crashing, tumbling, roaring

obliterating every sound

from the world around it

Rumbling through the chasm

white, frothy, roiling,

hurtling toward

placid pools

reflecting natural hues

of jade, azure, bronze

How is it that something

so electrifying

replaces utter discouragement

with

unadulterated tranquility?

Split the Difference

Still Life

Play Misty for Me

First Thing in the Morning!

Seeking Solitude

A Floating Leaf, Its Shadow and Reflections

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4 responses

Patty Gross gave props (1 Nov 2011):
Brilliant poetry, Claire. And the photos are absolutely magnificant!! This is such a good example of Maine, in all its glory, in winter and late autumn. I enjoyed everything you've produced here immensely!!! Voted!
Judy and Wayne Wanamaker gave props (10 Dec 2011):
After perusing your beautiful photos, and feeling the serenity they convey, I read your beautiful and timely poem. What wonderful talent you possess! voted.
Michaela K. gave props (18 Dec 2011):
my vote
Jessica Sturges gave props (3 Feb 2012):
This is just beautifully done. Very honest