October Evening, 7pm…OctPoWriMo #1

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October Evening, 7pm…

Hands adrift in soapy water,

 I listen.

My children’s singing laughter,

Frost whispering to the lively air,

All moonlight-silvered…

 I wash another dish.

Service with a smile.

The sweetest smiles! =D

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10 thoughts on “October Evening, 7pm…OctPoWriMo #1

  1. This is fantastic. You should post this the next time someone posts complaining about housework!

    • shanjeniah says:

      Syl –

      You are so right. I am thinking I’ll submit this one, too.

      I love when you stop by here. It’s like we’re sipping coffee together, almost. Love you! <3

  2. Lena Corazon says:

    This is a wonderful poem, Shan. It feels so peaceful, with such an air of contentment. :D

    • shanjeniah says:

      Thank you, Lena – it was a moment of sweetness and loveliness. Both kids are growing and maturing so fast, right now, that there has been more turbulence than usual, and none of us ride those waves perfectly, all the time.

      That used to make me feel like a failure, because peace and relationship are two of my three highest parenting goals (the third is learning).

      Now, I’ve learned to focus on these moments – these gems that are so plentiful in our lives – and what they say about who we are, and how we live, even with the turbulent times that are part of every family…

  3. I felt I was standing somewhere close, seeing your contemplative look and smile, as you meditatively went about your evening home tending. Lovely.

    • shanjeniah says:

      Thanks, Morgan!

      I wish I could say all my moments were so serene and meditative – no, really, I don’t. That would be dull, and I have found we learn a great deal about ourselves and each other as we strive, and sometimes fail -to negotiate conflicts and upheavals peacefully.

      It seemed magical, though, in that moment….maybe because my parents would often send us outside whether we wanted to be there or not, and then tell us we needed to stay there. If we fought, there was no assistance unless someone screamed – and, even then, the response was usually to punish one or all of us.

      These are the moments when I really see why it’s so important to be as present and peaceful as I can manage in every moment, and to keep learning and striving to be more so.

      And I like thinking that you were nearby, drawing peace and contentment from our sweet moment. =D

  4. Oh… observing exactly this moment. I love love love this! I have written a poem about washing dishes, too. I love when women write poetry about the daily stuff we have to do…. seriously LOVE this!!! (And I am envious that your evening sounds chilly. It is still in the 90’s here. Awful!

    • shanjeniah says:

      Thanks, Julie!

      I know what you mean, although I try not to look at them as “have-to’s”, but ways I choose to honor my family with the gift of my service. I actually like washing dishes while they play…

      October is the run-up, here, for a long upstate New York winter. There is such a new energy in the air. I love the transition, the color, the frost-edged and moon-drenched nights….

      I wish you coolness, and soon! =D

  5. Shai Smith says:

    Aw! As a mom, I adore this little glimpse into the tiny moment that so many of us steal, unnoticed. ♥

    • shanjeniah says:

      Thanks, Shai. Sometimes they don’t know I’m there, or listening, and others they do. I am honored that they so often invite me into their private worlds. Tonight, they were playing Dramatic Chase Scene. Two days ago, it was Elemental Destruction (also called Unicorn Destruction and Peaceful Destruction.

      They live fascinating internal lives. =D

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