I appreciate
The time and attention gifted
To me
And about me;
I have never known
such tender attention before,
of simple presence,
Void of expectation,
To be heard and cheered on
By a friend,
And in part, a fan
Of me in my creative expression,
–My art in body and mind;
So, this is what it feels like,
Attention from the receiving side;
Blushing,
Humbled and grateful,
I aim to balance this
And the bloom of feeling
Stirred by the other
A magnificent being in their own right,
Who I yearn to still know better,
And to reflect
Their gentle affection
of attention
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Camera
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I usually do not have my picture taken,
At times out of shyness,
Usually, because I am the eye
Behind the camera,
But years passed
Where all I saw was flash
From the back,
And captured photos
Reveal a vacuum,
A gaping void of my presence;
So I took it back
My smile,
My face,
My existence before the lens,
Creating memories that include me,
So my child will not have to look back
And just wonder of me;
I support her memory
With my bravery
To be a subject worthy
Of capture in art form.
Rain Symphony
Heavy clouds open their veil,
A thundering of droplets
Beat the ground,
And the dirt beneath the grass drinks eagerly
Wind sails past,
uninhibited by the wetness,
No, it conducts the rain;
A symphony,
Welcome in this April month,
With sounds that will calm,
Slow,
And lull
Busy living beings
To rest.
A Friend
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These are thoughts
Long sealed in
For fear they drive away
A friend.
I do not confide how their presence
Sets the soul at ease;
Why keep such a blessing to the self then?
Love is not just passion,
hearts and roses,
Love,
Was once upon a time
Hijacked
By wedding planners, Hallmark, Victoria’s Secret And Kay’s,
So thus we forget,
Or never learn
That even romance
Should start with a friend;
A friend
–perhaps it is thus why we tiptoe
Around showing these trusted,
Beloved companions and confidants,
friends,
Our Love.
May we be wise
And remember,
Only a friend
Can truly appreciate
A friend’s Love.
Soul Vessel
You,
Something happened to you
That you don’t want to touch
Don’t want to ponder,
Because it hurt.
The wound memory remains;
A scar,
Tender,
Real,
Still part of you,
Be tempted to feel it,
This reshaped you,
To know
And accept that the past happened,
And you are not who you were before
You were injured,
But you are so much more,
You are a living work of art
a soul vessel
Being modeled and molded still,
Your cracks repaired with healing gold,
And
Your light glows through
Where that won’t hold;
Beautiful
As you are.
The Steps
I hear the moth tangled in the lamp
And the clock’s tick tick
Metronome,
And I am left with stray thoughts
Looking for a home,
Trying to delineate
Where things stand,
And how we do
This dance,
Never giving it a name,
And more interestingly,
How we already simultaneously know
The steps.
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