The Spring rain returns
I wish it warmer to dance
In warmth, as droplets
Paint skin with shimmering cool,
I am eager but it comes,
I will let water
Grow me as a new flower,
Drench my roots and face,
Refreshment in natural
Does return to origins,
Rainwater is source,
Childhood rejuvenation,
Take me back to then,
When plastered skin was pure joy,
And time did stand ever still
Author: Vanessa
Mother, WRITER, artist, student, dreamer, civil and human rights activist,
humanitarian, minister in process, mystic, sentient being.
I write to remember; I write to discover; I write to understand; in order to be closer/higher/connected.
In Light of Day (a reverse poem)
And I dream of you
Even in the light of day,
Always
Like stars,
you were always here
But you showed me
And then you had to go,
The one long missed
And it was okay,
we kissed,
And we laughed and cried,
And I told you the same
things kept locked away,
The unspoken words,
all the things you couldn’t say;
you said
You were here
You were here,
you said all the things you couldn’t say,
The unspoken words,
Things kept locked away,
And I told you the same,
And we laughed and cried,
we kissed,
And it was okay,
The one long missed,
And then you had to go,
But you showed me,
you were always here
Like stars,
Always,
Even in the light of day,
And I dream of you
Drift Away (a reverse poem)
Drift away,
You find you will
wake,
Let the sand ground you,
way out
let the waves rock you,
May the sun kiss you,
the moon your eyes,
The stars your lips
The stars your lips,
the moon your eyes,
May the sun kiss you,
let the waves rock you
way out,
Let the sand ground you,
Wake,
You find you will
Drift away
Beauty
Look (I’m Becoming)
Look at me,
Look what I can do,
Look how fast I’m growing,
I can tie my shoe,
Look and see what I found that’s new,
I’m curious about everything,
Now hear me read,
Write my name,
You won’t n notice it at first
But oh I’ve changed,
Constantly,
My height, my weight, my voice,
I’ve become my own person,
In that moment you blinked,
I can count higher than you even know,
I can be kind,
I can be wise,
I can be brave,
I can, I can,
Do all the things I couldn’t yesterday
I can be the being you only imagined,
Watch me do it,
By myself,
Your are teaching me,
To have you near,
Even when you are not around,
Look and see before I am grown,
I’m growing, learning, being,
But from your smile,
Your tears,
I see that this
you must already know
Lead
We are made powerless,
With thoughts and prayers,
While in memorandum we must watch our children’s ends televised on loop,
But thoughts and prayers,
Thoughts and prayers,
To wash and bless it all away,
The memory of the taste of lead
She of Letters 