Tag Archive | poetry

Amputee

There was pain
Before this.
Great and terrible pain
Now gone.
Like a limb removed,
A need,
A necessity,
For life.
That pain hurt
And angered me;
It never let me alone.
Now gone.
Learning to live
Again.
Learning to be
Myself
Once more.
But I still feel
The phantom pains,
The limb
That is there
But gone.
A need for this
Life I have here.
And I miss it
That part of me.
For walking
This journey.
That pain.
I won’t take it back
Pain broke
My loyalty.
I wait
And wait
For the heel to be Healed
For the limb to be restored
To this body
My own.

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Randomness …of perfection, writing, inadequacies, faith and trust

“Keep away from people who try to belittle your ambitions.

Small people always do that…”

Mark Twain

am i a small person?

small and unforgiving?

sometimes my confidence makes a fool of me.

i am so sure of myself

and then i do something

and it fails…

my mind attacks

me telling me

why.

i.

failed.

telling me

i am stupid and ignorant

laughing at my confidence

dispelling my joy

mocking me for being.

so.

sure.

i fold into myself introspecting every little thing

i think i know and believe

i feel silly and selfish

shy and ashamed

that I put myself out there

so vulnerable

standing so tall on my soap box

of opinions

choices

words i say

and the me i reveal so openly to all.

i despise hypocrisy

so i reveal so much of myself

my mind calls me a fool

it asks “where is the mystery?”

maybe there is none when it comes to me

i rebel and flap about

like i know everything

and can do anything…

i get disconnected from so many

not on purpose

just my mind (that smallish part of me)

tells me not to bother because

they don’t care

they are too busy

so i forget to call

because i don’t know what to say

i like to write

i express my thoughts well

but i never bothered with

punctuation

too many or not enough and in the wrong spots

so i write and am humiliated

writers block is fear

that my dots and dashes don’t add up

my mind tells me i am dumb

elementary grammar

forgotten

in the need to put pen to page

and then confused

expression is a joy to me

yet i am failed for words to put all of it down

disjointed

thoughts

flying about my head

ricocheting from B cell to T cell

synapses firing away

and i try to catch them

these dragonfly thoughts

flitting one way

invisible then standing in midair…

sparkling

iridescent

thought

and I reach out with my jar of letters

to encapsulate the phantom phrase

on paper

or screen

but then its gone again

i am off on these

paper airplanes

and glitter screens

to lands of expression, of words, of poems

of classy fairy friends

of opinions to fuel my passions

of art to wonder at

and of my clumsy attempt

to join in the cacophony

that i travel

in the corner of my room

on the shiny little screen

and sometimes

maybe more so than not

my dishes are ignored

my bed unmade

or the laundry is left waiting on its mountain

or words tumble from my mouth too fast

and they’re sharp

and i regret

that they hurt

those i care for the most

and i wake

another morning

and i crawl out of bed

and i fly by my life as it comes

and i trust

the work in me will be completed

grace will be given each day anew

i will write and not be fearful

and i will hope myself breathless

and i will be silly and embarrassed

holding my chin up high

as i learn to forgive and be forgiven

and look up for my help

…..

;;;;

,,,

?

!

:

and i will TRUST.

Linked up with Life: unmasked

Green Turkey

Traipsing down the path between our house and Grandma and Grampa’s

we think we see a turkey,

my children and I

then a flash of green in the sunlit yard

next to the big red barn

surprise us

and this silly looking turkey

we find…

is deep emerald green

with a long, long tail

of multi-hued eyes…

a peacock!!!

In the yard?

What a surprise,

someones escaped pet

gives us a moment of

the exotic

as we follow it thru the tall grass

to the gravel road

and it disappears in the woods.

Not everyday you see that

but it gives us joy to see

some strange creation

of God in this ordinary place.

Joy finds us again.