Everyone has escalating demands
Laundry shouts at me
Wash! Spin! Dry! Hang!
Computer seeks my attention
Emails are calling out to me
Open ME! Read ME!
Child also seek immediate attention
Play with ME! Accompany ME!
Husband expects more
Manage the household! Manage others!
Parents expect serving them
Give immediate help
In laws expect control over me
Jobs providence come
Freelance work client seeks attention
Put client the first
Self-expectation desire to excel in life
Fall short of all
Life’s workload bogs me down
True friends come into my life
Angels lift me up
Confusion is cleared
See with more clarity
Agree to disagree
Learn to speak indirectly
Inspiration On: Saturday, 26 April 2014 at 3:35am
Revised On: Monday, 30 January 2017 at 10:30pm
It began with the first third and eleventh stanza. As I return back to revise further, I pour out more of my overwhelming feelings. Thus the title change from “Life’s workload bogs me down” to “Life’s demands and expectations”. Wish you all have good days and thank you.
Cage me in
Lock me up
And I write more
I am guilty not to write
There are plethora of themes
To work on
To write on
But . . .
Everyone are demanding my
Inspiration On: Tuesday, 24 March 2015 at 11:28am
Upon realizing my writing time is when I feel calm and relaxed, I realized the importance of being alone. Being a mother with elderly and part time work really strangle my muse. When the house is quiet, hearing birds singing, and people to work together help to ease my mind and to write my muse. Wish you all have good days and thank you.
Many tasks are shouting for my attention
Many obligations are demanding for my attention
My toddler is crying for my attention
My husband is wanting for my attention
My parents are asking for my attention
Attention to help them in computer understanding
Broken computer is hurling for my attention
Attention to figure out its parts’ error
Household expenses are intruding into my attention
Pushing me to record it down
Thinking what to cook grabs my attention
My helper calls out for my attention
Whenever my toddler misbehaves, doing dangerous actions
My body-ache is seeking, crying and shouting for my attention
Honing my skills also cries for attention
Even sleep also prods towards my attention
Whenever I hone my skills.
A continuum cycle
Upon immediate ending
Of quiet time.
Inspiration On: Wednesday, 26 September 2012 at 4:33am
Revised At: 5:08pm
Honing my skills time were much lesser now compared when I was single. Since the Lord blesses me with a 27 months toddler, I have much lesser time to look for job except meeting clients, attending workshop to hone my knowledge and skills, and fewer times to meet my friends. The above inspiration was birthed out as I ponder the above tasks in an imaginary way in the middle of the night.