An excerpt from one of my poems read by me.
Tag: writing
Enough
She admired the bird flying free
The rooted tree
Yet she knew she wouldn’t want to be
Anything other than herself
To her
She was just enough
Perception
They mistook ignorance for courage
A child chasing fires thinking they
were fireflies
Innocence of a hand that’s never been burned
One that hasn’t learned that everything dies
Ballerina
She lacked a sewing kit
To piece herself back together
The threads ran free
She looked for a lost tether
As she unraveled
She knew She might get lost
And what another move could cost
She spun
Until she vanished in thin air
The ballerina could no longer care
About what tied her to this realm
And she set herself free
From all of them
Of threads too thin and shoes too tight
The ballerina still dances through the night
On a stage of her own making
Rearranged
She felt it
Every now and then
The shiver
The thrill within
As she read words
Or saw some art
She knew
She had to be a part
Of a life worth living
Art that’s thrilling
So she wrote on
Hoping to be remembered
For borrowed words
Rearranged
Unworthy
She created her heaven
But let the devil in
Seeking punishment
For her little sin
After all
How can joy
Outweigh the hate
How can a woman
Singly create
Heaven on earth
Evolution
When the world finally ended
She learned to love
The peace of the silence
The emptiness above
The potential in everything
And the peace within
When the world ended
She was finally ready to begin
Colors
I once held a butterfly so hard
Until its colors bled on to mine
I promised then
That I’ll never
Hold on so tightly to anything again
To never force a change in my colors
To never let others’ fade
Reincarnation
We are pieces
The big bang had left
Same atoms
Finding new ways of expression
And they called it reincarnation
Then the meaning was lost
House of Mud
In a house of mud and straw
Forged by those I dearly know
A place where I often, in my memory, go
But I can not stay
There
I run
On tiles of clay
Hand made by a husband and a wife grandma and grandpa
Big part of my precious life
Stranger Paths 