01 March 2017

Fears Scramble Like Startled Cats



Fears contort my stomach, compress my throat,
and diffuse their stench
in the atmosphere
unbound to thieves of peace that I can name.

Fears treat names like traps and cat carriers—
they rush from cause to cause 
to escape tricks,
detention, arraignment and certain death.

What if I promised not to pick them up?
Fears might be wooed 
by chamomile and toast,
fish eggs, cream cheese and strawberry jelly.

I could escort them to my home, show them
domesticity is not jail, 
nurture
is not poison and hope is not nonsense.

Fears might then let their own fears go, and, tamed,
move from my stomach
and into my home
where we will practice kindness and take love slow.



For my prompt Poets United ~ Midweek Motif ~ Fear



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17 comments:

Anjum Wasim Dar said...

fear will overtake if we do not overcome..it is everywhere these days..great reflective poem Dr Susan..your creative talent shines brighter

Thotpurge said...

and, tamed,
move from my stomach
and into my home
where we will practice kindness and take love slow.... love this antidote to fear.

Sumana Roy said...

taming fear with hope, kindness and love is definitely one way...i find the third stanza interesting & love the progression of the poem...

Therisa's World said...

I wish, more people would openly act, on the ideas that your poem expresses, so elegantly, Susan. Maybe, then this world will be, one filled with love and compassion to all. Call me, a dreamer, with rose coloured glasses, who refuses to remove them, for anyone or anything.

Mary said...

If only we could refuse to pick up those fears! If only we could lead them away...somehow...to become kindness and domesticity. If only there were on reason for fear. Really a great poem for today's political climate, Susan.

Sanaa Rizvi said...

Oh this is absolutely gorgeously penned, Susan!❤️ You give voice to both fear that seems to be rising and hope that yet blooms in our hearts. Especially love; "Fears might then let their own fears go, and, tamed, move from my stomach and into my home where we will practice kindness and take love slow." Thank you as ever for an inspiring prompt❤️


Lots of love,
Sanaa

Magical Mystical Teacher said...

I really like the resolution of this poem. I think you are finding a way to deal with the fears that beset you.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

"Where we will practice kindness and take love slow...." How I love that line! There is a wonderful message in this poem, my friend,

indybev said...

Immersing ourselves in the good and kindness yet to be found is a powerful way to combat fear, Susan. Your words are beautiful and hopeful!

Myrna R. said...

I felt your poem as comfort. I am grateful to you.

Laura Bloomsbury said...

what an imaginative poem - love the image of " chamomile and toast," [struggling to comment as a wordpresser open id on all blogger's blogs - trying name url]

Martin Kloess said...

To me, what makes this poem stand out is it offers us and ends on a "bright note". Thank you

Old Egg said...

This put to mind Rooselvelt's inauguration speech in 1933 "We have nothing to fear but fear itself" in the middle of the depression where the country rose to those comforting words in times of trouble. What a difference to the present!

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

A nice hope!

annell said...

I don't think I want to fill my home with fears....i say, let the fears be.

rallentanda said...

I like the reference to home being safe and nurturing no matter what is happening outside.It is our own little world whether it be a room or a house.Leave all the fears at the door. Nice poem.

Nicholas V said...

What a charming concept, Susan, taking the monstrous fear and making a pet of him by taming him... For surely taht is what we do when we overcome our fear.