New Year’s Wordle

I’ve been thinking a lot the past couple of days about how I want to do things differently this year, and when I read the first wordle of 2012, my mind melded with the list, threw in a dash of post-Christmas-project ennui, and produced this:

New Year

I’m plum tired
of drifting along
on this tide of expected motion,
pushed around
by this wind that barely blows,
ebbing and flowing
with each loss and gain.

I’m plum tired
of shoveling piles
of leftover yarn
from shelf
to bed
and back again,
dreaming of stitches
in sweaters
I’ll never make
for friends
who’ll never wear them.

Time to stop
writing letters
to my willpower
that I don’t send,
time to stop
making to-do lists
I don’t do,
time to stop
wasting time
making myself
plum tired.

© 2011 Traci Bonney
January 1, 2012

P.S. – Midway through church this morning, I realized “plumb” is the correct word for the meaning here, but I’m Southern, and we say it “plum”.