Myth is the public dream, and dream is the private myth. - Joseph Campbell

Today's post is one of my periodic poems coming to the surface.  It is about

Neglect

Neglect is an old acquaintance of mine.

I don't intend to ignore.  It is not by design.

It just happens.  None of us wants to undermine

A productive and satisfying life, carefully aligned.

Neglect is an old habit that has big bottom-line

Consequences for me.  I don't mean to whine.

It just happens.  I complain as if it's my byline.

Habituated, my life's time measure gets sidelined.

Neglect is an old friend, if truth be clearly defined.

I use it expecting the "good fairy" will come to shine

On my enterprise.  It just happens.  Completion declined,

My project, neglected again by my good fairy, lies supine.

Neglect is an old way of avoiding the task disinclined

By my lazy self.  The job's too big, gigantic its outline.

That just happens to be inaccurate, however.  Defined

By neglect, the job grew by its distortion of deadlines.

Neglect is an old form of not having  enough spine.

Courage is facing the hard thing.  I shouldn't resign.

It just happens.  Nothing is ever as hard as in my mind.

Stepping up to the task, just starting can be my baseline.

Copyright by Carol Gee

February 24, 2008

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