They never really ended, did they?
The medicine wears off, left restless.
She misses, longs for his words.
Her child breathing gives her life.
Fear, excitement in the journey: birth.
Composed of contradiction, breaking the mold.
Tag: Poetry
The Peasant Sage
I walk in shoes I never thought I’d fit,
I am the peasant
I am to be the sage,
To preach of hope and light,
Not evangelize
or exorcize demons that my own words conjure,
Who I am becoming,
I have yet to
And cannot wait to meet her,
What words will she learn
To speak to the heart
To warm, to nurture, to comfort?
The Muse Tango
The muses they dance,
In a slow, sultry tango
One comes and one goes,
Across a white floor that glows
to life only for their minds.
Heart’s Truth
Go, follow your dream,
Step foot, the path will open,
Follow your heart’s truth,
For it beats with a purpose,
Beats to see your good will done.
(Come Spring) Hope Restored
Come green,
Come new,
Come tender buds,
Come melt to show infant blades
Come rebirth,
Your Winter labor has been long,
Arduous,
Awake goddess,
Your time has come
To welcome back the birds,
To sing awake the rest
The sun now rests much later,
To let the children play,
Come great Spring
To take over for your sister Winter,
Her time has come to sleep
Come Spring,
And bring with you
The warmth of sun
And longer hours,
And the hope restored,
We have all been waiting for.
Hard Decisions
Made with diligence,
And slowly contemplated,
The result unknown,
But with care put to action,
Intending the best results.
She of Letters 