I’m a day late to Christine’s fortnightly Poetry Party, but I expect the guests will hang around a while. This time, Christine has given us a photo of a beautiful red door, and asks if there are doors we might consider closing in our lives. Are we being pulled in too many directions at once? Her post and the link in it are well worth reading.
So here is my poem on this question, with Christine’s image next to it:
Is it OK to close the door?
What will people think?Is it OK to end that friendship?
I don’t want to hurt her.Is it OK to put myself first?
People expect a lot from me.Is it OK to stop eating brocolli?
I just don’t like the stuff.Is it OK to keep so many doors open?
Shouldn’t I focus on one interest?Is it OK?
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great poem, tess. i think i answer “yes” to each of your questions, unless, in this case, i am the friend being let go
I did think of putting a disclaimer that no-one reading this blog is the friend!!!
Cool! Maybe ditch the broccoli first, get you up a head of steam to ditch the friendship.
That is so hard that one, huh, ditching friendships. But I am of the opinion these days that not everything is meant to last a lifetime (especially church groups) and that goes for some friendships as well.
Tess, great poem! I always love poems made up of questions and I agree with lucy that “yes” is a good answer for all of them, although not the easy answer. I agree with Sue that not everything is meant to last forever, something a season or two is quite enough.
YES!
Thanks for these responses. I think sometimes friendships can end when two people no longer have much in common – and perhaps were not particularly honest in the first place.
The brocolli reminded me strongly of an incident one family lunchtime when all of us siblings were late teenage or older. Mum always used to serve boiled greens (that’s a type of cabbage for you foreigners
) as one of the vegetables at Sunday lunch. They weren’t very nice! This particular time, Mum said to Dad “Come on, eat your greens.” His response was: “Darling, I’ve eaten greens every Sunday lunchtime for years to encourage the children to do the same. Now they’re old enough to make up their own minds. I don’t like greens. I’m not ever going to eat them again!” It was a classic moment.