Perspective arrives, shaking her head and sm

Summary

The poem reflects on the duality of life's experiences, where the speaker finds joy amidst the drudgery of daily tasks.

Abstract

The speaker expresses a love-hate relationship with various aspects of life, such as parenting, writing, eating, explaining, walking in the rain, singing, and sleeping. Perspective, personified, introduces joy but also the reality of hard work and effort required to appreciate life's pleasures. Through the act of cultivating a garden, the speaker realizes that the toil is worth the resulting beauty and happiness. The revelation comes as a surprise, shifting the speaker's view from the perceived drudgery to the joy that was there all along, overlooked in the hustle of life.

Opinions

The speaker has a complex relationship with life's routines, appreciating the end result more than the process itself.
Perspective is seen as a catalyst for change in the speaker's outlook, bringing both joy and the necessity of effort.
The act of gardening serves as a metaphor for life, where hard work and patience lead to beauty and satisfaction.
The speaker acknowledges that the initial perception of life's tasks as burdensome can be transformed into recognition of the inherent joy within them.
The poem suggests that joy is not always immediate but can be found in the fruits of one's labor and the act of nurturing.

A poem

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I love being a mother but I hate parenting I love writing but I hate the thought of typing my thoughts I love eating but I hate having to do it every day I love explaining things but I hate talking I love walking in the rain but I hate getting wet I love singing but I hate hearing my voice I love sleeping but I hate the waste of time

Perspective comes to bring me just a taste of Joy Then serves me a feast of work. Effort. Toil. Her promises long forgotten, or thought of as a ploy To get me to do the work of living, plough the soil For a garden I will love. And want. With flowers blooming, I’ll forget, I’m sure, the time spent seeding In the hot sun, the fragrances will be soothing To a mind still blistered from weeding.

Today, perspective arrived by surprise Bringing a gift of rememberance Midway through the toil, my eyes Found at first just a semblance Of the happy hidden beneath the work It grew, like Jack’s stalk. It grew Until, in shock, I saw her feast of murk Was an illusion. And I knew

My Joy was found. Where she left it. Where I, in my busyness, Never looked.

Perspective arrives, shaking her head and smiling

A poem