Poetry: The Armful

The Armful
For every parcel I stoop down to seize
I lose some other off my arms and knees,
And the whole pile is slipping, bottles, buns,
Extremes too hard to comprehend at once.
Yet nothing I should care to leave behind.
With all I have to hold with hand and mind
And heart, if need be, I will do my best.
To keep their building balanced at my breast.
I crouch down to prevent them as they fall;
Then sit down in the middle of them all.
I had to drop the armful in the road
And try to stack them in a better load.

By Robert Frost

Cyn is Rick's wife, Katie's Mom, and Esther & Oliver's Mémé. She's also a professional geek, avid reader, fledgling coder, enthusiastic gamer (TTRPGs), occasional singer, and devoted stitcher.
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3 thoughts on “Poetry: The Armful

  1. A very deep, thoughtful piece of poem. I love it. This is my first time here but now i have a reason to be passing by for some poetry.

  2. I’m glad you enjoyed it, Antoine! I hadn’t seen that one ’til yesterday, and it really stuck with me.

    Namaste,
    Cyn

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