Rather than a firm grip
I prefer
A silken thread
Connecting
Me to thee.
Unlike
Anger
Envy
Jealousy
Threads
Lovingly woven
Last eternally.
*inspired by Three Word Wednesday, Grip, Prefer, Thread
Jun 152011
strength
May 112011
These days
‡
Should you manage
To conjure ‘nough courage
To forbid what’s rightfully mine
†
You’d see
‡
I’ve grown, matured
Overcome and endured
Blessed by love, education and time
†
So don’t make me brandish my weapons
Old foe
You will not survive
*inspired by Three Word Wednesday ~ Brandish, Forbid, Manage
May 092011
I’ve experienced miracles
Perhaps has everyone,
An angel or a demon (who knows)
Kept me from coming undone.
Entity burst into my plan
To skew the path, the route.
At first, I felt rebellious, mad
Then worked a round-about.
Granted with that little break,
Respite from flux and flow,
My empty cup again half-filled,
My courage-fire did glow
And my eyes could see
New lanes toward the goal.
*inspired by this poem, written by Henry Clemmons at The Underside of Green and by the above photo, courtesy of Magpie Tales.
Apr 202011
Photo by Kim Nelson
Solid
You stand
A stone lintel
Shouldering
The weight of those on either side
Dutifully
You commit to task
Developing patina
Weathering beautifully
Into an architectural wonder
Solid
You
Stand
Big Bold Woman!
Apr 122011
Adamant about a life she knew she could create
She focused not on here, now, truth; began to fabricate
A storyline, connection-filled, that spoke of great success
A family tree, community, no violence, duress
She left behind the hardships, the people who’d mistreat
Forgot about the nay-sayers whose goal was her defeat
She moved across the country. She got a new address.
She changed her name, enrolled in school, vowed never to confess
The peculiar caste from which she rose
The brutal chapter, finally closed.