Audrey Haick Poet Free verse

Neglecting the Mother Lode

Again sudden tragedy reminds me of my mortality
How fragile this shell that's made of clay
Yet with fervent worship and adoration it's exulted
And I feed its wants night and day upon demand
Assuming the role of "boss" yet, in reality, a "slave"

At times I ignore the sighs of a quiet inner spirit
The missing link to advance to a higher plane
Out of sync, I deal with insatiable desires to feel “good”
And cater religiously to my burden; this speck of dust!
While I neglect the mother lode of the gold mine within

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Linda-Marie Sweetheart May 10, 2011 at 5:17 AM thankxx Annalise for your wonderful soup mail to which I have replied.. true friends are difficult to find but when u do u treasure them as I do u.luv.. appreciate the sentiments expressed .. u are blessed for this kind gesture luv.. hope all is well and u enjoyed a happy Mother's Day...

Joe Maverick March 19, 2011 at 9:08 AM How very insightfull Audrey, yes i can connect with this very free, (free verse) piece, great sentiments today!

Gert W. Knop March 16, 2011 at 3:37 AM Very well written, Annalise! Enjoyed the read this Wednesday morning...All the best, Gert

Carol Sunshine Brown March 15, 2011 at 7:24 AM I enjoyed reading your poetry this morning Audrey. Have a wonderful week filled with good health, love, and lots of inspiration. Love, Carol

Barbara Gorelick March 14, 2011 at 5:40 PM wonderfully done..you are not alone..we all have the insatiable desire to "feel good". Good work. BG

Carolyn Devonshire March 14, 2011 at 1:18 PM Excellent poem, especially the lines about the inner spirit being the "missing link" to a higher plane. Sometimes we get too wrapped up with worldly concerns. The spirit suffers. And, hey! It's a deal, you paint and I'll do laundry. I don't mind laundry one bit. My arms and back are sore from moving furniture to paint :( Love, Carolyn

Samir Georges March 14, 2011 at 1:16 PM Lode, load, a nice play on words, very smart. I was wondering at it's use until your last line. I think this is a great poem, certainly something I would be immeasurably proud to have written. Although, the last line of the first stanza, it feels out of style, a down to earth line in a poem that is anything but thank you for the pleasure of your poem Anna :D