Child of the Word

Child of the Word Feb 2013

I wanted

I wanted everything
The hype, the attention, the joy
That comes from making such a big deal
Out of a simple day

I would watch as fuss was made
Over everyone else but
Lonely I would look at how happy
Everyone else was and how I would be
If I had what they had

Than I started
Looking at what I have
And I saw
I don't have what they have
What I have
Is even better

This poem was inspired by my last birthday when I let go of wanting or expecting anything big or wonderful to happen, but a number of little things pulled together to make a really fabulous day.

Child of the Word Feb 2013

Alone

I once thought I was alone
Than I looked around me and realized
That you'd been with me all along

Child of the Word Feb 2013

Never the same

Last night, I went to a poetry slam
I think I've written ten poems since than
All of them read like spoken words

They no longer sound like the poems I'd once write
I no longer read my poems
As words on a page
But as sounds to be spoken
Spoken on stage
I've breathed in new ways
Of breathing you see
And my writing
I don't think
Will ever be the same now

And I breath
As I write as I would when I speak
These spoken words are in my lungs
In my heart so to speak
Pumping this new air
This new form of oxygen into my lungs
And mmmmmmm. . . . .

I'll never be the same again.

Child of the Word Feb 2013

My First Time

It was like breathing oxygen
For the very first time
Or being dead
And being revived
It was an awakening
Of my soul

Listening to words
As they glide into my ears
The atmosphere permeating my skin and warming the inner depths
Of the frozen areas of my soul
It was spoken music
It was
Poetry

Child of the Word Feb 2013

Broken words

Broken words fall from her lips
Sobbing, she seeks to be understood
Quietly, he sits beside her
Listening
And when all her broken words have fallen
He takes her in her arms
And she starts to feel whole

Child of the Word Feb 2013

Brothers

There are days
I feel so desperately alone
Being single
Feels like carrying a thousand pounds in my heart

But than
I spend an evening
With one of my "brothers"
(what I call my close guy friends)
And I feel blessed
Blessed because although I don't have a boyfriend
Or fiance
Or husband

I have my brothers

Boyfriends may come and go
Fiance's may leave you
Husbands may one day abandon you

But brothers
You may fight with them
And argue
But in the end
They will always be your brother
Your friend

And I have many brothers
Not born of my mother

And for that
I am blessed

Child of the Word Feb 2013

Saturday Morning for a Student

The sunlight dances
On the snow clinging to the tree outside my window
The sky is a perfect shade of blue

It's a beautiful day for skating
But in my procrastination I have left far too much
Work to do till now

And so instead of skating
I sit inside and work
And my skates wait
To get out of the house