Prayer

Composed 8/27/17
Description: n/a

Oh Lord
Please save me from a narrow mind and a limited perspective
As You are the only one who can truly know another
I am unable to appreciate the intricacies of any other’s situation
I am only permitted to live inside this one skin
To view the world through this set of eyes and process stimuli
Though this one, routine tilled mind
I cannot feel the sensations of another’s heart
Feel the burn of pain or passion in their veins
So save me from saying
I understand flippantly in conversation
For I know I never could
Compel me to remember…
To always listen before I speak
To earnestly seek to understand
And to use my own voice only in support of others
To give credit where credit is due
And to respect the boundaries that have been placed
In response to oppression and stripped identity
And I pray not only for me
But for all like me
As we are all tempted and blinded by demons and
Seductive voices that whisper of the convenience of superiority, ignorance, and hate
I pray
That we will all remember Your teachings
And be open to receiving Your perspective so
Your love and acceptance may permeate all of our interactions
And most importantly I pray that all who find these words
Will see them as a plea made in sincerity
That they
Will confront themselves as they ponder this request
As these words are not just pretty things
But a reminder that Your word challenges them and challenges me.

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Fuzzy-headed

Composed 8/24/17
Description: n/a

Life is a sandstorm that
has settled on my mind
Dust rests, heavy and thick, it
filters into cracks and spaces
where magic used to spawn and spread like a spring
But my head just feels so heavy now
it’s hard to shake
loose, to let
words lift like a paintbrush on canvas, instead
everything is gray

But soon I must retaliate or this
slow, progressive dementia will
steal my joy away
I must break free and
speak
brush my hand against the dust
so beauty might be seen

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

The Throne

Composed 4/11/17
Description: While I work on a few more serious pieces, have a bit of random inspiration. Where do you find yourself working on your creative pursuits? For NaPoWriMo.

The only time I have to be alone
Is on this throne
So leave me be
As I write sweet toilet poetry