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

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

The Center

Composed 4/8/15
Description: For Day 8 of NaPoWriMo. Interestingly, this is also my 200th poem! Wow! I never thought when I started this blog that it would inspire SO MUCH writing, but it really has! Hope you enjoy this special milestone poem, which, unsurprisingly, prominently features rain. (You know what I’m talking about, Midwest!) Seriously, though, I love the rain, especially because… well, you’ll see.

You may deny it with your dying breath
But you have heard God’s voice
He commands with every thunderclap
An authority that silences, humbles, and awes
He is the pitter-patter of rain on the windowsill
That comforts and lulls
The wind that howls and whispers
To refresh or to chill

How can you not believe?
When faced with nature’s power
For life
For death
How can you not feel small?
In someplace you know
He’s the center
The voice of it all

The Price of Power

Composed 5/25/13
Description: This poem came from a very strange place. After I came home from lunch this afternoon I got enwrapped in the last part of that show where they fix/cover up really terrible tattoos. This got me thinking about tattoos, and suddenly I had this idea. What if certain tattoos could give you magical abilities? The tattoos would be very intricate, and, I imagined, the ink used would not be typical tattoo ink, but magical ink that was, indeed, very painful once injected into the skin. Therefore, only the strongest individuals would be able to tolerate it and therefore be blessed with these powers. I even have the main character of this poem/universe created. I can picture her perfectly — she’s apart of a tribe with dark skin and pitch black, short, crazy curly hair… And totally badass. Haha, anyway. Hope you enjoy! More stuff may be stemming from this idea…

The ink in her skin
You can’t imagine the pain
It left her screaming
Mad, deranged
Each color a poison
Every stroke a slice
The reward would be great
But was it worth the price?
Her resolve was strong
Sixteen hours she whimpered
And when she had stopped
Fire shot from her fingers