Reminders

Ever had that nagging feeling that you never did something?

An entry in a book

A token in a nook

 

A tale for another time

An ardour of another line

 

Yet it (is) dug in

Entrenched

Burrowed

 

Hidden in plain sight

The unnoticed morning light

 

But it is not, forgot

I left myself reminders

So it is not, to drop

I beg myself, linger

 

It is here to remind

In times of joy

It is here to remain

In times of wonder

 

It is the cloud in the clear

The stain in the clean clothes

 

-Still-

-Nagging-

-Goading-

-Stirring-

 

TO ACTION

the passions of the heart

burning embers of the soul

Author's Note

Another from my archives, you're not obliged to like it, but I found motivation when I wrote it long ago.

Reviews

[emily.c.]

I know this feeling so well. I love how you started this poem and you can feel the urgency to remember. I loved "It is the cloud in the clear
The stain in the clean clothes" Really nice.

[Threads]

Thanks for the kind words. I do my best to try and translate those thoughts and feelings into words. I'm glad you like it!
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[Ruth]

This has an empowering notion woven throughout, mysterious and yet I can feel the motivation you mention :)

[Threads]

The motivation to push past what you'd rather leave undone. It's definitely something to keep yourself acquainted with.
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