There’s a lot of talk about
“Let’s put the soul back in solstice” but how can we do that when we’re a
society of zombies, walking around flat and attacking innocent children with
semi-automatic weapons?
What soul?
A soul is not a compass,
leading you in a moral direction.
A soul does not cover you like
a shroud, or cloak your nakedness.
It does not stand there, solid
as a tree. A soul is not solid.
How can you dare to put it into
something as sure and solid as the solstice? We can count on the solstice; it
comes twice a year.
It returns to us, unasked.
Once your soul leaves, will it
return?
Sun- and soul-free time of
winter: now is when we make our bad decisions—sleep too late, eat junk food,
plot a massacre, mechanically go about our days.
Winter is when you’ll buy the
things you do not need, say the things you don’t believe, break up with the
ones you love because you’re just so glum and sure to find happiness with
someone else, somewhere else.
So, you search for your soul.
You find that giving a hug to
your son’s teacher at school brings a lump in your throat; being serenaded by a
kilt-wearing banjo player in an art gallery brings tears to your eyes.
Oh yeah, you think: there you
are, my soul.
Samantha Kolber 12/21/12
Thanks for reading! And yes, I did write this in seven minutes. Part of my desire to be part of the Holiday Blog Tour was to force me to write, as I find myself too busy these days to engage with my passion. So, sitting down for seven minutes at a time works for me.
A BIG THANK YOU to Icess Fernandez Rojas for putting this Holiday Blog Tour 2012 together.
Please be sure to read the next featured blogger in the tour tomorrow: Thelma T. Rayna at www.theliteraryself.blogspot.com. She has a long list of awards and published books (congrats, Thelma), but more importantly, she writes because it's good for her soul. And yours. Happy reading! And, happy holidays and blessings for the return of the sun.
2 comments:
this is really beautiful. Seven minutes, huh? Imagine what you could do in 14 minutes. :)
Happy holidays.
Thanks! Sometimes seven minutes is all you need, but mostly I spend hours, months, and sometimes years on a poem. Blessings!
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