Random poetry day

So, yesterday's post about getting happy was pretty vulnerable for me.  I am working on being all of who I am (not just the fun, comfortable parts.) Sticking with the "vulnerable and growing" theme, I created a stretch for myself.  I snagged a couple of poems out of a notebook and thought I would share with anyone who cares to read them.  Don't be expecting Whitman or Plath . . . probably a lot more along the lines of Rowan and Martin.  Anyway, enjoy!  Worst case scenario is you waste three minutes of your life you can never get back but you have something to tease me about at dinner parties.


Unsheltered

The weight of the world has fallen, however briefly,
from these weary shoulders
It lay at my feet like the golden-orange leaves of the attenuated oak
I feel young, emancipated and . . . unusually exposed
My gut reaction is to bend down and pick up the fragments that surround me
Comfort found in the familiar
But I step through and walk forward, completely vulnerable



Say Anything

An open door, a flat affect

subtleties exchanged and aspirations are invisibly deflated

your voice is cold, words are rushed, eyes darting

I say nothing of consequence

words fall away

Left with silence, I feel the weight you carry

the encumbrance you cling to in your tacit world

I would bear it if I could

And though I know I can say anything now

I will simply say "I love you"

First Light

It brings with it the sounds of morning birds

they sing of redemption

they hint of opportunity

They lovingly remind me that I am at choice

I have been given this day

as a beautiful gift

wrapped in golden rays that, in this moment, rise to greet me

I am filled with gratitude and wonder!

What will I choose?

What will this gift, opening before me, hold?