Graying Streams of Consciousness
bleary eyed, bright
lights, crying, gulping
air, breathing,
soothing sweet
milk flowing, warm
love, bunting soft, safe
she’s in there somewhere
wobbly knees, feet
pressed on cold linoleum,
toes-gripping, step by
step, walking, mouthing
sounds, wording,
mama, pa, talking
she’s in there somewhere
butterfly kisses, bumped
knees, bruised
elbows, big bed, tucked
tight, prayers for
soul keeping, fairy
tale whispers, magic sprite
she’s in there somewhere
books bags, bologna,
bread, mustard, cursive
scratch, fountain pen
perfect, friendly foe
drama, first crush,
pep-rallied awkward
she’s in there somewhere
young love, bliss
wedded, babies, more
babies, 9 to 5 working
surviving, surviving
love fading, still
thriving, heart breaking
she’s in there somewhere
empty nest echo, wild
dreams deferred, then
finding herself, soaring,
smile-lined, curled
locks graying, young,
wise, remembering
she’s in there somewhere
~kat
For Mind Love Misery’s Menagerie Sunday Writing Prompt: “Know Thyself” inspired by this monologue from the film/play “The Dresser”:
I thought I caught a sight of him tonight
— or myself as he sees me –
speaking reason not the need I became detached from myself, my thoughts flow and I was observing from a great height
— go on you bastard I seemed to be saying or hearing, go on you’ve more to give, go on more more more —
and I was watching Lear
— each word he spoke was fresh invented, I had no knowledge of what came next, what fate awaited me, the agony of acting was in the moment created —
I saw an old man and the old man was me —
outside myself —
do you understand?
— outside myself
like mercury colliding... 
October 22nd, 2017 at 10:22 pm
How deeply moving and very thorough this self- examination Kat 🙂
I really like how you’ve walked us through different life stages, how each line is “broken down” to the essentials, and yet paints such a vivid picture, and the repetition of the line “she’s in there somewhere” grounds each stanza and the whole piece, so effectively serving as a plea, a question, a searching, a reminder, a point of focus when you stray too far and are lost.
Exceptionally beautiful exploration of the self and the prompt. Thanks for playing the Sunday Writing prompt this week – and I hope your weekend ends on a lovely note, and you have a gorgeous week. 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
October 22nd, 2017 at 10:40 pm
Thank you so much! I had been thinking about this topic for a time, and your prompt inspired me to write it down. The stars aligned. Have a wonderful week yourself. 😊 See you next week.
LikeLiked by 1 person
October 22nd, 2017 at 11:33 pm
yes, the stars aligned 🙂 and thank you 🙂 until next week … peace 💕
LikeLiked by 1 person
October 23rd, 2017 at 6:15 am
Indeed she is in there somewhere, and for that we are thankful!
LikeLiked by 1 person
October 23rd, 2017 at 6:32 am
Thank you Peter…yes she is! 😊
LikeLiked by 1 person
October 23rd, 2017 at 7:00 am
Simply stunning! How beautifully you have traced the woman within through every stage of her development. A moving tribute of a life, and a marvellous poem as well. Lovely, Kat! xo 😊💜
LikeLiked by 1 person
October 23rd, 2017 at 7:13 am
Thank you Joy…we are all of what we experience. ❤️
LikeLiked by 1 person
October 23rd, 2017 at 1:59 pm
Brava.. 😎😎😎🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀
LikeLiked by 1 person
October 23rd, 2017 at 8:41 pm
Thank you kindly. 🙂
LikeLike
October 30th, 2017 at 7:37 am
. yes, the stars aligned 🙂 and give thanks you 🙂 until adjacent week … pacification 💕
LikeLike