A Few Favorite Poems I Love & Read Often + My Existential Crisis

A sunrise near Venice, Louisiana by Hal Johnson, helicopter pilot.

Before the World Intruded
By Michele Rosenthal

Return me to those infant years,
before I woke from sleep,

when ideas were oceans crashing,
my dreams blank shores of sand.

Transport me fast to who I was
when breath was fresh as sight,

my new parts — unfragmented —
shielded faith from unkind light.

Draw for me a figure whole, so different
from who I am. Show me now

this picture: who I was
when I began.

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What Women Want
By Kim Addonizio
 
I want a red dress.
I want it flimsy and cheap,
I want it too tight, I want to wear it
until someone tears it off me.
I want it sleeveless and backless,
this dress, so no one has to guess
what's underneath. I want to walk down
the street past Thrifty's and the hardware store
with all those keys glittering in the window,
past Mr. and Mrs. Wong selling day-old
donuts in their café, past the Guerra brothers
slinging pigs from the truck and onto the dolly,
hoisting the slick snouts over their shoulders.
I want to walk like I'm the only
woman on earth and I can have my pick.
I want that red dress bad.
I want it to confirm
your worst fears about me,
to show you how little I care about you
or anything except what
I want. When I find it, I'll pull that garment
from its hanger like I'm choosing a body
to carry me into this world, through
the birth-cries and the love-cries too,
and I'll wear it like bones, like skin,
it'll be the goddamned
dress they bury me in.

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God Says Yes To Me
Kaylin Haught

I asked God if it was okay to be melodramatic
and she said yes

I asked her if it was okay to be short
and she said it sure is

I asked her if I could wear nail polish
or not wear nail polish

and she said honey
she calls me that sometimes

she said you can do just exactly
what you want to

Thanks God I said
And is it even okay if I don't paragraph

my letters
Sweetcakes God said

who knows where she picked that up
what I'm telling you is

Yes Yes Yes

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I'm having an existential crisis which is defined as:  a stage of development at which an individual questions the very foundations of their life: whether their life has any meaning, purpose or value.

An existential crisis may result from:

• The sense of being alone and isolated in the world;
• A new-found grasp or appreciation of one's mortality;
• Believing that one's life has no purpose or external meaning;
• Awareness of one's freedom and the consequences of accepting or rejecting that freedom...

I will be researching my malady all day reclining in a lawn chair under a tree in my yard with a stack of books beside me.  :-)  I'll keep y'all posted on my progress or lack thereof...

Blessings, Bloggers,

~Marion, seeker

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To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else. ~Emily Dickinson

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My life has a superb cast but I can't figure out the plot. ~Ashleigh Brilliant

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Life is what we make it, always has been, always will be. ~Grandma Moses

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Who will tell whether one happy moment of love or the joy of breathing or walking on a bright morning and smelling the fresh air, is not worth all the suffering and effort which life implies. ~Erich Fromm

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The sun shines and warms and lights us and we have no curiosity to know why this is so; but we ask the reason of all evil, of pain, and hunger, and mosquitoes and silly people. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson

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