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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Holiday (04/05/12)

TITLE: Backfired Retreat
By Linda Germain


Bedraggled, exhausted, distressed and undone
I donít rightly remember the meaning of fun
I have no strength left in my body or mind
Or know when I sat with my family and dined

Blood pressure is soaring, sharp pains in my feet
My head is half dizzy with fumes from the street
Where I drive to and fro doing this and then that
I wear myself out readjusting each hat

So many to wear, each one vying for top
As I chauffer and haul things and still have to shop
Then hurry back home to don my chefís cap
Never time for a rest, not even a nap

As soon as foodís ready itís gone in a wink
Then Iím stuck with the dishes all piled in the sink
The laundry is calling with its dirty-load cry
You must hurry back here to wash and to dry

Day after day nothing ever gets better
Now Iím ready to leave and am writing a letter
To whom it concerns, I say for effect
With a short note to each being clear and direct

You may not have noticed that Iím down and Iím lost
I need time alone for accounting this cost
Daily minutia has me locked in its grip
So I must get away for a much needed trip

Then I flee out the door and drive miles out of reach
To a sweet little cottage on a long stretch of beach
If I canít get it straight then I cannot go on
So weary and nervous I pace until dawn

I cry out to God, tell Him all of my grief
Those oceans of tears help cleanse unbelief
And remind me of days when I knew how to pray
Before I got busy and wandered away

As I sit on the sand just to watch the sun set
It occurs to me how I am loaded with debt
And havenít lived wisely nor played by His rules
But tried to fix things using all my own tools

Never serving my folks with the food that would save
And pretending enlightenment while I lived in a cave
That shuttered my eyes and covered my ears
I whined and complained to all who would hear

Renewed and refreshed and primed for re-start
I turn it around, settled sure in my heart
And drive like the wind headed back the right way
So glad I had gone on my yearís holiday

I found out it was me who needed repair
Who was living a lie while protesting, ďUnfairĒ
But when I get back to the place I belong
Iím hit in my plexus and right to the bone

No one is there, just a sign near the door
Stating real estate name but not too much more
Except a short note where I find a strange clue
You didnít call or come homeÖnow weíre on holiday too


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Edward Mrkvicka04/12/12
A "stop-and-think" entry. A unique take on the topic. Very well written. Congrats to the writer.
Edward Mrkvicka04/12/12
A "stop-and-think" entry. Unique take on the topic. Very well written. Congrats to the writer.
C D Swanson 04/12/12
Wow! Powerful execution of the topic. This was so clever, and so intense. I can see this in a magazine. Great job!

God bless~
Kristine Baker04/12/12
Very fun to read and identify with. Great job!
Cheryl von Drehle04/13/12
nice "oops" ending.
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 04/18/12
Wow I feel like you have been eavesdropping on my thoughts. Just last week my family was out of the house for a few days each on a different errand and I noticed that when I cleaned the house it stayed clean and I didn't open the cupboard to find someone had eaten all of the food. When they came back I grumbled how much easier it was when the only one to pick up after was me. But it seemed I also forgot how lonely I felt and scared. This is a perfect poem. It gets right to the heart of it all.
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 04/19/12
Congratulations for ranking 9th in level 4 and 14th overall!