I is tall and proud
me is so low case
Who I am is me
It is I who wins the race
I am merely humble me
but humble me
holds the key
to infinity
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Day 4; First Steps
She took ten steps then fell down
said the babysitter
I hung up the phone and smiled
It's what I work for
besides
I will see walking
walking into the schoolyard
walking out the door
walking away when I'm mid-sentence
walking into another's arms
walking with the graduation procession
walking down the aisle
all those independent steps opened today
an invisible path to her life
and I was there
I was the ground she walked on
said the babysitter
I hung up the phone and smiled
It's what I work for
besides
I will see walking
walking into the schoolyard
walking out the door
walking away when I'm mid-sentence
walking into another's arms
walking with the graduation procession
walking down the aisle
all those independent steps opened today
an invisible path to her life
and I was there
I was the ground she walked on
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Monday, May 2, 2011
Day 2: "It Came To Our Shores"
Somebody waited until
after the start of the Libyan Revolution
after the earthquake
after the tsunami
after the nuclear threat
after the mile-wide tornadoes
to wake the turtles
sprawled out in their dark refuge
Somebody waited with similar care
after forensics
after presidents were notified
to look square in the camera and say
justice has been done
Somebody, with shock and awe,
pulled the trigger which freed the tortured soul from the torturous ego
the horrific mind from its self made cruel world
Somebody said we didn't choose this war
it came to our shores
and that with extraordinary courage
united in our reslolve
we took custody of his finally dead body
Our One American Family
with the fabric of our faith at times
frayed
today agrees there is a Hell
to pay for
the empty chair at the table
This morning
after a long winter
the turtles will drink in the spring
they'll swim all summer and eat all fall
to find their boxes once more in some caring one's garage
Somebody once said we'll always have war
He never said why.
after the start of the Libyan Revolution
after the earthquake
after the tsunami
after the nuclear threat
after the mile-wide tornadoes
to wake the turtles
sprawled out in their dark refuge
Somebody waited with similar care
after forensics
after presidents were notified
to look square in the camera and say
justice has been done
Somebody, with shock and awe,
pulled the trigger which freed the tortured soul from the torturous ego
the horrific mind from its self made cruel world
Somebody said we didn't choose this war
it came to our shores
and that with extraordinary courage
united in our reslolve
we took custody of his finally dead body
Our One American Family
with the fabric of our faith at times
frayed
today agrees there is a Hell
to pay for
the empty chair at the table
This morning
after a long winter
the turtles will drink in the spring
they'll swim all summer and eat all fall
to find their boxes once more in some caring one's garage
Somebody once said we'll always have war
He never said why.
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Morning
Morning
and we recognize each other in the soft light
before ego colors our perception
Night
we know through sound and touch who we're lying beside
If
all is forgiven before sleep catches us
then dawn brings an opening of eyes-
quickly now-
Like Adam waking up on the 7th day
and we recognize each other in the soft light
before ego colors our perception
Night
we know through sound and touch who we're lying beside
If
all is forgiven before sleep catches us
then dawn brings an opening of eyes-
quickly now-
Like Adam waking up on the 7th day
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
31 More Poems
Sat Nam, Friends!
Welcome to my new home! Here is where I will continue the momentum from NaPoWriMo's 30 Poems in 30 Days with 31 more poems. Beginning Sunday, May 1st, check in for a daily dose. Let me know if you like/don't like what I have to say. Some things will gel and some won't, but that's the best you can do when you write a poem a day, isn't it? Thanks for reading! Love, Rosie
Welcome to my new home! Here is where I will continue the momentum from NaPoWriMo's 30 Poems in 30 Days with 31 more poems. Beginning Sunday, May 1st, check in for a daily dose. Let me know if you like/don't like what I have to say. Some things will gel and some won't, but that's the best you can do when you write a poem a day, isn't it? Thanks for reading! Love, Rosie
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