Tuesday, November 03, 2009

Bittersweet

As strongly as the heart yearns
For home, good company, familiarity
So the heart embraces the new
And welcome winds of change

As I ache for the cool touch
Of my mother's weathered fingers
Her clatter in the kitchen
Her halo of protection and comfort
So I stand wide-eyed, excited
For me new-found freedom
Bearing new responsibilities
With a smile and strong stance

As furiously as I cling to
The part of me i left behind
So I let this new person
Find her soul


Poetry

when language like bubbling streams flow




when words are laid down to fit like lovers' hands




when you feel the essence of the poet from within




when swirling thoughts are caught in the net of rhythm



when images reel as you read




when pen and paper create a symphony




then, it is poetry

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