A Question About Direction

Composed 8/7/17
Description: Inspired by today’s Daily Prompt: Amble. Do you have a good answer?

How do people just wander
Swerving, spinning, circling
Like a lazy water dancer
Drifting around in endless space
When this world and its people are expert demanders
And my life is a carefully managed bullet point list
At best a flowchart, 90s magazine quiz
Where choices are ample if you do not think
Outside of the box
I was born with a compulsion for convention
Is it good I feel such need for direction?
Or is finding purpose less important
Than the freedom that comes from ambling along?

Morning Transformation

Composed 8/6/17
Description: A poem inspired by life and befitting of today’s daily prompt: Shimmer.

I emerge from the fog
The cold wind rushes
I look into the glass
A winter princess
Pale as a fairy in Christmas snow
Dark eyes unobstructed and
As piercing as skin is soft
Wrapping a clean toga about my shoulders and chest
I am realized as
A true Roman goddess
A sweet, succulent, but stoic power
That hides as mere mortals pass by in ignorance
I venture onward and
Become ruddy as a barbarian warrior
Warming at the bonfire on a starry night
Smoke ascending
After days of glorious battle
With glasses donned and costume fastened
I become a mildly freckled intellectual
A classic brunette
Clark Kent (or Lois Lane)
Ready to emerge forth and
Save the day

On Top of the Hill

Composed 6/29/17
Description: Busyness has taken me, but I see the light at the end of the tunnel.

It creeps up all at once the future
from textbooks and essays to
apartments and salary
real world responsibilities
duties that are daunting but suddenly achievable
I honestly never thought it was feasible
to walk out and succeed with this much ease
and I’m standing on the hill looking back
at all the paths I’ve taken and the people
I’ve collected on that journey
and how each of them lifted me and how
God has had a hand in guiding things
And I think…
I’ve made my decisions decently
I enjoy this
unique branch of reality in this parallel universe
I look forward and see misty possibilities
I might have found my true calling
I just have to keep moving forward to see

Your Presence

Composed 6/10/17
Description: Inspired by life and today’s daily prompt: Tender.

Endless days of sorrow and need
Feeding into me and shattering about
My stoic heart
I can take anything
But when I step through those doors
I’m shaking
Every light lyric and tender moment
Lands like an atomic bomb that
Shatters me
I cannot quell the lump in my throat
The tears leaking from the corners of my eyes
There is no line of thought that justifies my
Intense reactions
I try to fight but
I am subdued by intangible influence that
Humbles a once confident me
And I see things differently
And yearn to be something else and more free
To take this power and carry it with me because
Close to you I’m so weak
Your power is so great and yet you love
So tenderly
Protection and comfort from you I seek
Allow me to breathe and
Help my heart bleed for others like
Yours did for me

Local Guardians

Composed 4/11/17
Description: For NaPoWriMo.

Gnarled stumps like forest spirits keep sentry
Over golden waves and clusters of scattered brethren
Casting a distant eye toward their homebound caretakers
They ward off demons as solemn duty
In the distance lights cast their ominous glow upon the clouds
Scaring the stars and marring the sunset
A red smog warning to stay away and rooted at their post
Warding off urban dwellers
With their brutal, haunted howls
Unrelenting even in the brightest summer
Ever they remain

Only natives are welcomed here
Those who have endured the winds and winters
And proven themselves friends
To the birds, to the creatures who make their home
Those who roam as once-forest people
Now humble movers of the earth

A Deadly Stance

Composed 4/6/17
Description: Inspired by life and today’s Daily Prompt: Denial. For NaPoWriMo.

A head tilt and eye shift
At mere conversation
When prodded only circles
Spin on halfhearted investigation
Others too shy to elevate
Or deepen
Thoughts that lay buried
Under a lifetime of holding ground
Feet on earth and eyes in fog
Protect for now
But souls ache for when that stance
Will be swept away with the wind
And forced into light
Or dark

Tired

Composed 4/5/17
Description: I’m there. I’m sure you’ve been there. For NaPoWriMo.

Mindless motions are how
I muddle through monotonous days
Once filled with frenzied excitement
Those same enticing tasks
Emit exasperated sighs
Can I survive
A few more days?