Broody
If you are sincere about your work, you won’t know how to do it at times. – David Whyte, poet
The broody hen sleeps through sunrise
She keeps herself apart from the flock
She stubbornly sits like a contemplating poet
like a Buddha denouncing possessions
Dreaming of worms that won’t wriggle away
and mourning the loss of unlived lives
she holds her vigil of moody intuition
She awaits creation as if the sky was falling
as if her actions could change the world
____________Colleen Redman______dVerse Poets Pub
February 25th, 2014 2:56 pm
Best thing I’ve ever read, okay that’s a lie, but it’s dam good ! Good shtufffs. GRUNTS and nods.
As for the David Whyte quote -not being a poet, or writer or anything particular I must omit to being clueless about most things and usually have no idea as to what am doing even after I did it. But I do like the process of just doing it. Whatever it maybe.
February 25th, 2014 3:15 pm
LOVE THIS, Colleen…..! I see her just as if you painted her—and you did, with words!
February 25th, 2014 4:00 pm
I think Whyte’s quote applies to every creative process. As for the hen, it’s me as much as her.
February 25th, 2014 4:31 pm
oh i have felt like her at times…and that quote..so true as well
February 25th, 2014 4:39 pm
I like to think of myself as a cow rather than a hen, but it’s a feeling I know well. Not sure I see the link to the quote though – am I being terribly dim?
February 25th, 2014 4:46 pm
There are those days.. the image of a broody hen made a nice image…
February 25th, 2014 5:06 pm
Oh, my goodness. You just caused me to empathize with a hen! Love this. Just perfect!
February 25th, 2014 5:08 pm
i like the hen as buddha denouncing possessions…as if her actions could change the world…you know, there might…smiles….intriguing quote too…
February 25th, 2014 5:22 pm
I hear rings of either an active or a passive life… like a dilemma……..
February 25th, 2014 6:18 pm
Love this–so much me I think–I sit and brood just like your hen
February 25th, 2014 6:21 pm
That is more complex than your usual writing. I have to read it through again to get it all.
February 25th, 2014 8:11 pm
I know why the hen does that. She knows that any minute now some #^%&* is going to come along and steal her eggs. I mean really, it’s no wonder that she sh%^& all over them… I would too. I think all she needs is just a good c@#k…..
Seriously though, Mrs. Looseleaf, I just wanted to lighten it up a bit because for a minute it looked like you were doing some serious poetry there girl! Awesome… Love your lighter side but wow, you are deep too… Great poem…
February 25th, 2014 8:46 pm
Colleen, I love this! 🙂
February 25th, 2014 9:59 pm
I enjoyed the scene that you set here…and the thought that her action could change the world. Ah, don’t we all wish that for ourselves at time?
February 25th, 2014 11:53 pm
Ahh yes, the poet. You nailed it.
February 26th, 2014 10:08 am
Besides feeling broody waiting for the creative myself, another inspiration behind this poem was thinking of my broody hen like Fredrick the mouse poet in Leo Lionni’s children’s book. http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/frederick-leo-lionni/1100831326?ean=9780394826141
February 26th, 2014 10:08 am
This is wonderful, Colleen! What a wonderful imagination you have, to create what the “broody” hen might be thinking. I love her dreams “of worms that won’t wriggle away” while “she awaits creation as if the sky was falling as if her actions could change the world”. Great post!
February 26th, 2014 3:34 pm
The way you use simile in this is so good. I love the image of the poet, sitting there, brooding. So true.
February 26th, 2014 6:57 pm
I thought it was you! Great!
February 28th, 2014 12:58 am
Determined to see it through, whatever ‘it’ may be…