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Carmen Leon Mar 11
The continuous spark of something more remains.
An expectation of something greater,
a hope of continued joy and peace,
of fulfilling what purpose - big or small -
is mine here on Earth.
I feel the possibilities deep in my soul.
But how to begin,
to execute,
to take flight?
I keep praying.
I keep listening.
Remembering to be grateful.
January 14, 2018
Carmen Leon Mar 11
Oh wind!
You liven my spirit,
and fill me with hope and joy!
How does invisible movement do this?
How does the rustle of leaves stir excitement?
How does cool air on my face
and the whipping of my hair,
free and messy,
give me motivation
to try new things?
How does the howl and whistle
wrapping around buildings
inspire dreams to take flight?
Wind, fill my lungs with air,
like you do the Earth.
Make me move like you,
powerfully,
like the waves and tree limbs
and feathers.
Inspire me to swirl things around a bit,
be unpredictable,
lift up the things from the ground
that need freeing.
Speak to me softly, yet clearly
so that I may act up on your words
with confidence,
swiftness,
and a lightness of heart.
2017
Carmen Leon Mar 11
Radiance of the sun
I never tire of your brilliance!
Shine down from your hammock
in the sky.
Swaying in time,
perfectly
Changing positions
with the moon,
a cosmic eternal dance.
Both give light.
One to raise us,
one to lull us to slumber.
Show me the value of each light
When to absorb,
when to reflect,
when to bask,
when to find shade.
Let me see both the simplicity
and the complexity of light.
Let it filter into
and out of my life
on a daily basis.
Never allowing a shadow to stay,
but to materialize from an angle
or lack of light,
only to define the lines and shapes
that need to be seen
at that moment.
And then it dissipates
as it's meant to,
once the sun directs
It's rays on it,
Only to be a fleeting memory.
Dust scattered with the wind
2017
Carmen Leon Jul 2022
Almost got caught in your web, so hard to withstand
Always fighting to control where I land
Am I simply a moth to a flame?
Or was I a willing player in your game?
Carmen Leon Jul 2022
The sky like velvet, encrusted with diamonds
I reach up
and try to slip one on my finger
Carmen Leon Jul 2022
The viking I first saw was novel and rough
My initial intention was to call his bluff.
Underneath sparse layers was ***** fluff - not too clever.
And I realized I allowed for a fruitless endeavor.
Carmen Leon Jul 2022
Boldness and charisma gave way to a love of precise procedure
To be a puppet master was your real game
Under the thinly-veiled guise of a burgeoning leader
Your veneer cracked quickly when you found you could not ***** my flame
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