THE CALM AFTER A STORM
A masterpiece of language
Flowing like a burning river
Warming the heart with emotions and blinding brilliance.
And down I sit,
Little old me! Ha!
To attempt such a feat,
To create a waterfall of purity
That will bedazzle the world.
Who am I
To try and join
The glittering ranks of the gods?
Who am I
To pretend
That these words have hidden values?
A complex metaphor in life?
Preposterous!
But still, I sit
Solid as a rock-
In an earthquake.
My pen...why does it fly?
Like a bird whose wings create breezes
That blow away my cares.
And now I know
Who I am.
EXPECTATIONS
Frigid winter gusts
Endless
Pulling, pushing, forcing,
Analyzing, calculating,
Disapproving.
Nothing can resist them.
But what's this?
Defiantly bright against the dull winter
A sign of hope,
Of spring to come:
A newly discovered flower,
Its petals tightly furled.
But soon, the cloak will be cast off,
Angels will dance
Bids will sing
Golden trumpets will sound
Heralding the flower in its full glory.
Rejoice.
EYES
Young, happy eyes.
Free of tension,
the stress of life.
Watching them slowly relax
Gratefully sinking into
Sleep's warm embrace.
Around the world
The same pair
No longer carefree,
But teeming with fear,
Sweat.
Explosions reflected in them.
And soon,
Within them.
Watching the spark of life
Greet Death's cold kiss.
And another.
Shimmering with unshed tears.
No longer unshed.
Flowing freely down a face,
Investigating every crevasse,
Every well-worn wrinkle.
Each tear, pure and good,
Splashing onto trembling hands.
Leaving behind anguished eyes.
Eyes that succumb
To grief's loving call.
RAMBLINGS OF A MADWOMAN
Oh, that I could close my eyes
And drift off the sleep.
For life has made me weary.
To greet it with a warm embrace.
As if I could swallow it whole.
Oh, that I could wander
Earth's vast lands
With no one to hinder my path.
Going freely where I will
And resting when I want.
So what holds me back
From this nirvana?
Cruel
Cold
Society.
With its rules
And lies.
Oh, that I could rise up
Cast off these chains
And breathe freely once again.
To leap about without a care.
No fear of judgment
Of reason
Of life.
MORE THAN JUST A STAR
A star in the night
That shines without care
Twinkling down at me
While I lay
Bolding staring into its face.
But who says stars
Must have faces
To look upon us?
And why do they sparkle so
Demanding attention?
Perhaps it is not attention it seeks
But attention it lacks.
Modestly hiding amongst its kin
It longs to be singled out
Not content with being thought
Pretty.
An ornament for the night sky.
When will that star
Stand up and declare
Its wit
brains
strength?
When will that star
Do more than twinkle
And prove it to the world,
But most importantly
Itself?
A star that is more
Than just a star
That can think and feel
Wants to learn
Grow
Expand.
Yearns to be held.
Loved.
