Life moves fast, doesn’t it? It is a selection of seconds, moments, hours, days, and… You get the point. It is a blur some days and then suddenly a moment comes that makes you go, “Aha, I realize how short life is.” And then you breathe deeply and plant a foot in a world that brings you comfort. For me, today, it is the blogging world.
Thank you to everyone who has emailed me, left a comment on my blog (here or on When Women Inspire), sent me a note on a social media network or contacted me another way. I appreciate you all. I am grateful for you all.
This is my latest poem. I took a break from writing poetry. Yes, it happens. Below I express some thoughts about women. I continue to champion for women’s rights. It is not that I do not appreciate men’s struggles too, as indeed I do – as well as animal rights, the environment, and so many other important topics – but instead that my efforts to help women stem from a place deep in my heart.
I wish you all a beautiful New Year, full of seconds of acceptance, moments of momentum, and days of danced enthusiasm.
Seconds within Moments
The times calibrate and dress with layers of chiffon
When she sees him, her nose peeking around the
Petal of a week-old red rose, determining which
Facial expression to meet with his today.
There are seconds within moments when
I dip a toothpick into the centre of my reasoning
To see if it is fully baked and functional still.
I meet with her hand today, and I raise it to object to
Women who surrender days within years to beds of
Sharp tongues that slice self-confidence into
Slivers of adjectives that never get spoken.
I turn back her sheets and encourage her to
Raise her voice to say her opinion, rather than to
Raise a glass of water to her silent lips.
The oven is on a temperature that
Still needs correction but I have a feeling the
Heat is activating more minds than
Solely my own.
©2016 Christy Birmingham