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Energy

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Walking on my hands

Standing on my head

Turning cartwheels ‘cross the lawn

Enticing me to leave my bed

On this lovely, sunny morn

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I may be tired

Energy expired

Eclectic dreams

Electric beams

Recharge

Strain through my veins

Energising, vitalising

Galvanising me

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©DGA 17 March 2012 08:57

Author: adeeyoyo

I am a middle-aged South African woman, living in Johannesburg. I began writing poetry towards the end of May 2010. I love animals – sometimes more than people! I am back after a break. Thanks for still being here, if you are! Missed you! xxx

41 thoughts on “Energy

  1. I never could do a cartwheel. Maybe because I ate too many macaroni cartwheels.

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  2. Nice poem Adee 🙂
    *hugs*

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  3. smiles….looking a little over cast today so i would rather stay in bed…but cartwheels might do the trick in getting me going…

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    • We’ve had two days of drizzle so when today dawned bright and shiny clean I just had to make the most of it, lol! (Don’t ask me to do a cartwheel though…)

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  4. Now that I would love to see, Adee. 😉 Lovely happy poem. xxx

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  5. Energy a.k.a. power.

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  6. I wish I had a TENTH of your creative energy!

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  7. I’m glad you paid that bill…have fun Denise.

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  8. Strength and sunshine, all one needs to get through the day. Happy St. Patrick’s Day, Denise. Blessings – Maxi

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  9. One can feel the charge!

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  10. I don’t know what you are smoking but please send me some!

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    • Hahaha, my son wrote on Fb: “What’s that you’re taking Mom?”
      and now you, Gran! Can’t I be happy without help, lol? Seriously, I am happy, relaxed and at peace for the first time in YEARS… although I can’t help being a teensy bit worried, but I am prepared for the crash so I’ll survive it – living for the day is OK for me so far… and to hell with tomorrow (as I said before). 😆

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  11. Perfectly wonderful, Dee!

    In my dreams (when I sleep long enough to have them), I still ski. I can feel the wind on my face, and see the valley spread out before me, and know the joy of racing down the hill on a beautiful sunlit day. I am glad I still have those memories that I can relate to with joy, just as you can see and feel and remember yourself turning cartwheels – especially on beautiful days. It helps to have the memories – after all, at one time or another, our bodies give out and make many activities less likely (although I still plan on skydiving one of these days – even if Ashley still says “Over my dead body!”). Plus, I think when we envision ourselves in full movement, we in a sense, are doing those things!

    Sort of in the same vein, I was reminded of the following story:

    I know of a young woman who was paralyzed from the neck down when she was about 15 years old. She had lived a very physical life, and her paralysis was an emotionally crushing blow, of course. Many years later, she wanted very much to attend a spiritual renewal conference in a remote city. Arrangements were made so that she could go – a special airplane, special attendants, and people who could be with her during the conference, who pushed her around in a special chair, and saw to all her needs.

    The leader of the (Christian) conference was talking about how things fall apart in many churches when they become disconnected from the “head” of the church – Jesus Christ. She asked to speak at that point in the discussion, and she said, “I am a living parable. In my mind I can ski again, I can run, and jump; I can put my arms around my loved ones. But in reality I cannot because the connection between by head and my body is gone. Churches trying to minister effectively without keeping Christ as their head are also paralyzed. They have lost connection with their “head.” And the same parallel could be drawn to fit many other situations/places when teams become a bunch of “I’s!” They just don’t work!

    Keep writing and inspiring me, Dee! I hope you are well. Sorry for my recent comment absence. I’m finding that with this latest bout of insomnia that I can either write my blog, or read others and comment, but only one or the other. Selfishly I have chosen to write. I’m still out here – reading as much as possible, and writing myself down to nubs, I think sometimes. I am working most on a poetry collection that another poet and I are getting ready to publish of some of our poems.

    Cheers! Keep doing those cartwheels. XO Paula 😆

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    • Paula, thank you so much for this comment. It makes so much sense and I would like your permission to ‘cut and paste’ the story of the young woman in the monthly newsletter that we have started producing for this retirement village. Full credit will be given to you and your blog as well. Please let me know if this is OK with you.

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      • You are of course welcome to use the story in whatever way you wish. I wish I could remember the young woman’s name. She told us her living parable more than 30 years ago. The story has stayed with me sense, but alas her name has not. I believe she would say that I have remembered the most important part, but I wish I remembered both!

        You need not trouble yourself with any accreditation on my behalf. You can have the story and make it your own! It’s a story worth keeping and sharing.

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        • That is so sweet of you, Paula. It is a message that is good for us all to hear and I will put it into the April newsletter if possible. If I am pushed for space then it may go into the May one. God bless you my friend. ♥

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  12. It’s evening here and my energy is fading along with the sun. Lovely poem.

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  13. I love the ENERGY and ENTHUSIASM in this, Denise! Well done! Wheeeeeee . . . . .

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  14. Admire your get-up-and-go, Adee 🙂

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  15. Exuberant, Denise! Lovely 🙂

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  16. idk but it feels like the excitement of summer!!! nice poem

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  17. There is nothing in this world as energising mentally and physically as Sun… the root cause of our very existence. Age and civility perhaps robs some of our instincts for uninhibited display of pleasure like cartwheeling… yet, mind makes up by transporting us to a virtual world where we can do what we like.

    I love this Denise.

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