Thursday, June 11, 2009

100 things #35 I have a brand new favorite poem ...



David and I went to Clematis by night tonight, like we do so often on Thursday. We love the fresh air, large crowds, live music and just watching people enjoy themselves.



For the next 3 weeks the event is being held in the court yard at the new library while the construction for the new Waterfront Park is completed.




But this entry is not about Clematis by night, it's not about the band it's not about the white beaded bag I bought at a favorite consignment shop for my mom to use next weekend for her banquet, it's not about how quiet our favorite 5 corners is while construction takes place ... it's about my new favorite poem.

After we left Clematis street we took a stroll through City Place, David brought the book he just finished reading with him to share a few things with me about one my all time favorites. I don't guess I would call myself a Parrot Head per se, but I do love Jimmy Buffet. How can you grow up in Florida and not be in love with Jimmy Buffet?


Anyway ... David has taken to reading Jimmy Buffet books, this one is "A Pirates Look At 50". When ever he reads a book I often get the privilege of having him read excerpts to me (I soooo love this about him). Tonight sitting at a quiet outdoor table under the stars at City Place, he read the following poem out loud to me and I loved, loved, loved it so much that it is officially my new favorite poem.




The Double Life By Don Blanding

How very simple life would be

If only there were two of me


A Restless Me to drift and roam

A Quiet Me to stay at home.


A Searching One to find his fill

Of varied skies and new found thrill


While sane and homely things are done

By the domestic Other One.

And that's just where the trouble lies;

There is a Restless Me that cries


For chancy risks and changing scene,

For arctic blue and tropic green,


For deserts with their mystic spell,

For lusty fun and raising Hell

But shackled to that Restless Me

My Other Self rebelliously


Resists the frantic urge to move.

It seeks the old familiar groove


That habits make. it finds content
With hearth and home dear prisonment,


With candlelight and well loved books

And treasured loot in dusty nooks,


With puttering and garden things

And dreaming while a cricket sings


And all the while the Restless One

Insists on more exciting fun


It wants to go with every tide,

No matter where… just for the ride.


Like yowling cats the two selves brawl

Until I have no peace at all.

One eye turns to the forward track,

The other eye looks sadly back,


I'm getting wall-eyed from the strain,

(It's tough to have an idle brain)


But One says "Stay" and One says "Go"

And One says "Yes," and One says "No,"


And One Self wants a home and wife

And One Self craves the drifter's life.


The Restless Fellow always wins

I wish my folks had made me twins.


So ... don't we all feel like this in a way? Yes ... this is so my new favorite poem.




5 comments:

Gerry said...

I did really laugh when I read this poem for even at 78 (almost) that self that wants adventure kicks up a fuss and won't let me sleep and I have to imagine I am flying among the stars or something before I can get any rest! -Raymond's Mom-I have your blog on my blog list mainly because I love the title and you write from a far away place which I can vicariously enjoy with my restless self! Gerry

Rose said...

I live Jimmy Buffet!

I've never been to Clematis yet for some reason and I live in Boca.

Hugs, Rose

Robbie said...

Three cheers for the restless fellow. I LOVE that poem. Thanks for sharing it.

Ally Lifewithally said...

I could make that my favourite poem as well ~ it is lovely ~ Ally x

gigi said...

Yes! Maybe we do all feel this way. God knows I do.

I'm a Buffett fan from way back ~ I think I enjoyed the books as much as the music. Tales of a Restless Fellow... :)