Mike Finley

Rookie (July 4,1950 / Flint, Michigan)

The Soul Is Impatient With Fidgeting - Poem by Mike Finley

It confronts you saying
Have you learned nothing
from our experience together?

What do we do,
we snuffle about
and when we grow tired we nap.

It's such a simple business
to love and be loved
but to do it you have to cease agitating

Turn off the radio, take
A long breath, tell yourself
to stop telling yourself things

Why do you listen to that chattering voice
when it is what got you
the way that you are

Let it go, say goodbye
Help the clown get into the car
And drive away dragging the cans

All the have to's and oughtta be's
have floated away like balloons
all that remains is to

shut up and sing

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Comments about The Soul Is Impatient With Fidgeting by Mike Finley

  • (3/30/2008 10:16:00 PM)


    Great advice on the difficult task of...just being.

    Don
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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 30, 2008

Poem Edited: Wednesday, July 2, 2008


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