What a beautiful surprising life Is so precious but it cuts you like a knife A painful sunset shakes thoughts awake Every evening from the fantasies we make A bright new sunrise in the early haze Midafternoon hot like a blaze Commanding time Providing light She rules day He rules night The moon cloaked in shades of black The sun robed in white and blue Perfect balance to steady the universe Allowing meaning to all we do King and Queen of humble Earth Governing vast sky Without reciprocation No complaining No asking why How come I am so ungrateful? Why can't I realize I am blessed? I should be thanking trees for the oxygen supplied Instead cursing the air inflating my chest I need to open my eyes all the way Look a little harder around Because on days with no sunshine to be found Just under clouds that star is still there Reliably shining away from man's stare It is true that every second in this world is a gift Remember next time you feel low and seek a lift Cherish miracles hidden Great and small Gaze towards the heavens when bowed by a fall Even if you can't see its glow or feel its gentle burn The sun is there in our stormiest hours Eventually it's presence will return
My mom and I wrote this together. It's nice to have someone who cares as much as she does, but sometimes it is a lot to take. Family is a blessing.
And you told me No matter the wreckage You did not regret Any part of us Kissing at the train station Surprising me on my dark day Loving under the moonlight Dancing through the kitchen Telling me your secrets No matter the wreckage You would not forget me Could never regret us
I have written poems about rising. It’s a good subject for poets. Isn’t a poem itself a rising? We spend much time revising what we write and what we do.
There are so many good words ending in izing. I could write a whole poem using words symbolizing so much of life - it’s absolutely tantalizing.
I watch and read about all the polarizing. It is a cool oasis lingering here synchronizing my words with my feelings and thoughts realizing the heart of who I really am comprising ways of saying my truth without moralizing.
At times it is agonizing - all this analyzing how I belong and how I don’t if I’ll join others or if I won’t.
I look at that guy Jesus and how so many obsess about his blood and sacrifice all the while not recognizing it’s not so much about our sins and his need to atone as it is about the good he did who he sat with and loved, the seeds he sowed who he stopped to touch on the side of the road.
I find obsessions with power really unappetizing. I’d rather spend my time rising from darkness into light or embracing my sadness, exercising and emphasizing what is energizing. When I do that, it is quite surprising how creative my muse is helping ME to also rise.