Heart beat and clock tick,
feet on pavement and
thump of dryer
Grinding beans and whirring
berries and
“Mama, Mama, Mama”
and breath rising and falling
from her bottom
bunk
School day mornings and boxed
lunches and
how was your day?
and time for homework
and set the table
Summer mornings and art spread
wide,
unbrushed hair ’til noon
and stacks of library books and stretches of minutes,
hours
long and unbroken
Arm circles through water
and feet propelling
scooters and
sticks in
holes and pull of sticky floors
Same and new to fill old
and sometimes lost in
the cadence and then the
eternal
woven gold straight through
and underneath
the always thumping
loved
and arms that never
end and
the rhythm of
was and is and
is to come
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Linking up with Lisa-Jo Baker and the Five Minute Friday community where we write freely and freely encourage one another’s offerings. Join us? Today’s prompt: RHYTHM.
Connecting through the power of stories written, spoken and lived
Dear Ashley
You describe the rhythm of motherhood so beautifully. It is such eternal moments we weave into our children’s lives. Yes, the rhythm of our Lord’s arms drawing each one of us, is so eternal and never-ending.
Yes, Mia. These moments of eternity/suspended time woven right into these little lives…the daily work of motherhood. Thank you, friend.
what a lovely expression … with the grace, clarity, and emotional depth only a mom can convey. tony
Thank you, Tony. I so appreciate your presence here and your thoughtful, lovely comment.
Beautiful! Stopping by from 5MF, have a wonderful weekend!
Thanks for visiting, Katharine! May your weekend be filled with joy.
This Rhythm you have here… I can hear it – and I can feel it and it is smooth grace and deep thanksgiving, my friend! Love this!
Thank you, sweet Karrilee. Smooth grace and deep thanksgiving…I want to sit in those words a while. Sending you love!
What a beautiful way to reflect rhythm in everyday life. :-) Love this! :-) Stopping by from the 5MF link up. :-)
Thanks so much for coming over. A joy to have you here!
this is an absolute treasure, Ashley. a glimpse into the poetry of your days.
funny how it beats so much in time with mine.
I love how the specifics of our days can be different and yet they beat in time together. Such a gift, this unity. Bless you, friend.
This just took my breath away. You are so gifted with words and how you spin poetry into life and life into poetry – it’s is just so beautiful.
I do so love writing poetry. Think this summer might be a good season to try my hand at a bit more of it. Thank you for your encouragement, Tonya…such a gift to me.
I agree with Tonya, Ash – you took my breath away, too. You spin poetry into life and life into poetry. And it is holy and beauty and wonder and gratitude and hope and joy and truth. This poem is one of my favorites you’ve written.
I so love when I can see and feel and know the rhythms and the rise & fall of poetry in my everyday life…wish it could happen more often. :-) I love you, friend.
Beautiful & real! Love it!!!
I’m sure you know a lot of these rhythms, too, my friend. xoxo
Oh friend, you’re speaking my language here today…that gorgeous rhythm that only poetry can relay.
And so gorgeous, too.
Perfect.
And you write poetry so very beautifully, dear Holly.
The rhythm of ALLLL that is ~ is found here! Thank you, Ashley for sharing the infinite song of love.
I love that: “the infinite song of love!”
Thank you for sharing the beauty of your words. The way you wove that eternal thread into the everyday craziness that I so relate to led my heart away from the common to the holy. Blessings.
Oh, that we would see the holy in the common. Bless you, dear Karin.
in a five minute friday poem, the tumble of your words down the page captured the rhythm of your lives…sweet, ordinary, and pure golden. you do such a beautiful thing ashley when you “behold” those little fragments and recognize the precious gems and pearls they are. so beautiful.
Behold those little fragments…what a gorgeous prayer. “O God, that we would behold the little fragments and recognize the precious gems they are.” Yes!
Truly beautiful!
Thank you for your presence here, Ruth!
I lived every word you wrote. Been there, done that. I felt my heart leap and the grin break across my face, even a tear or two began to well up. The rhythm of a life that went by way too quickly for me. But blessed me in that I can remember it because it was God’s rhythm of a life for me. Thank you for bringing these memories to the surface.
Hugs,
Kelly
Oh, Kelly. Thank you for your honesty and reminder to savor this rhythm that will pass all too soon. I know someday I, too, will be on the other side of this time, smiling and crying when I read the words of others that take me back to “here.”
Simply Savory :)))
Do you know how much I love the word “savory?” :-)
I loved this poem.. it was so lovely to sit here and read, like it always is when I visit your blog. I love that line.. “the eternal woven gold straight through..” xx
So nice to see you here, Smidge.
Just beautiful!
Thank you. Bless you.
It’s difficult to combine link ups and and poetry if the link up isn’t for poetry, that is readable for everyone. You have done it! Love this Ashley. The rhythm is familiar to my own.
Cheers,
Leah
Ah, thanks, Leah. It definitely felt like a poetry kinda day.
This reminded me of the Blue Man Group, bumping and thumping out our mama days. Beautiful :)