As she swept
the book out from
her lap so came
all interpretations of
trickling down the binding
I love when I see something and the words spill forth in pure inspiration completely out of my control. This poem came to me after seeing a provocative image a friend posted on Instagram with the note…”Many interpretations…all accurate.” Thank you, Vesta
To love is…
to hold not only the fun but the fear.
to find security in what you do not know;
In what you are willing to learn.
Who Am I?
A lost child?
A powerful woman.
Always strive to not be frozen in the fear of future memories.
How do you begin to forgive yourself for being unforgiving?
surrendering to life
a gentle caress
a sensual kiss
a reassuring glance
a rollercoaster ride
a pool of confusion
foolish in the eyes of many
sad for those who know it not
an emptying of souls
a filling of hearts
wings of freedom
bare feet on warm silky sands
bananas in your cereal
a good beer and Mexican food
chocolate on ice cream
a popsicle in the summer
orange juice with breakfast
sunshine on a crystal clear stream
a day off in hectic times
dancing in the rain
swimming in the moonlight
making love under the stars or in the sun
feeling the open air on your skin
embracing your life
finding your way in the darkest of times
Knowing you are not alone
…This all is Love
I find no solace in what is buried.
Is it stardust? Or, is it the reflection of the universe awakening in my tears.
I’m starting a new regular post called My 10 Minute Rants. It stems from a writing exercise, and I thought, why not share some of these unfiltered mind utterances. So here goes the first from 1/18/17.
As I watched the sun glow against the oncoming train. My mind wandered into a new world. The world of those that surround me. I started thinking about the lives of those I do not know but that I sit beside each day on the metro north train that snakes its way along the Hudson from dusk till dawn. I can’t help but wonder what is happening to them, does this election affect them, do the care. I can’t quite place my finger on my curiosity other than to say it’s fascinating to know the world is so much bigger than me.
I live in my small but broad world. No matter who we are there is a bubble that surrounds us keeping someone at bay. For some the bubble is larger and more pliable, it doesn’t break easy and allows other bubbles to connect and travel with them. Others break at the impact of something new. Instantly bursting in fear due to its fragile nature and limited experience. It is when we connect and float together that the world opens and shifts, even if we are still floating in our own private sphere. Being able to take others for the ride or jump on to become a part of something greater, it is that pliability that ensures we will live on and change the world.
I am terrified to live small. I don’t want to break, I want to be able to look at things differently, from a new perspective; one I may never have known if not for the freeloading bubble that latched on. It’s sad too when that bubble lets go, sometimes never to be seen or experience again, at least not in the same way or from the same perspective. But the experience never dies, in fact, it is passed on to a new traveler along the way at another time, perhaps when it, or you needs it most.
Often my isolation can send me floating off, distant and alone. But I know my sphere is durable and will latch on again at some point somewhere in time. There is so much to see, to learn and to teach. Yes, I too can teach. I can and should share what I know, what I have gained from those who were once a part of my journey. It is how life works. We build these worlds that seek out and connect to one another, then drift off into the unknown.