
Having a Vision and Seeing Possibilities — Supporting a Creative Life
I recently wrote the above story on Medium. It is a Friend’s Link so no worries about hitting a pay wall.

Having a Vision and Seeing Possibilities — Supporting a Creative Life
I recently wrote the above story on Medium. It is a Friend’s Link so no worries about hitting a pay wall.

Stairs, when young were fun
adventurous as we crawled, then
ran up oh so fast
at four, I tumbled downstairs
it was my first memory
funny thing about
stairs, how they take us up and
down we go again
it’s kind of like life, you know
there are ascents and descents
taking the first steps
is such a challenge to do
also, to observe
cajoling along the way
making sure they climb safely
once they are alone
taking their own steps, choices
going up and down
how we want to be there and hold
hands out like we’re banisters
letting them go free
is one of the toughest things
but oh, so vital
to watch their independence
wishing they would hold your hands
holding them in hearts
keeping watch and being there
just enough to show
they have got this, and they know
you are going to be there
then there comes a time
when you’re not so much around
and they’re on their own
then you trust that all you’ve done
is enough and hope it’s true
and before you know
they are helping someone else
crawling up those stairs
holding hands and guiding them
it’s the circle of dear life
when you are the one
who needs help as you ascend
trusting they will be
holding you close in their hearts
and the world moves at your pace
you will know the life
as the descent comes for sure
where the light still shines
from the glow of your most dear
as you make that final climb

Ripping the Soul
ripping apart the nucleus of love
tearing at the riptide of shame
pressing into the soul
oozing from the pain
seeping into the decaying brain
cells are left with no release
but to grow less and fester more
such is the diseased brain
such is the life with loss
there’s shame where there should not be shame
there’s blame where there should not be blame
there’s hate where there should not be hate
so much else dies with the loss
so much else goes with the pain of decay
so much leaves
so much goes away
never to come back
taking the time to release these pains
taking the time to allow healing
taking the time to promote growth
renews the soul

Growth
take a plant to soil
take a soul to greatly toil
both will surely grow
…..
This in in response to the Living Poetry Prompt for Monday.
Won’t you join in?

1973 – the year
youthful fires had to be burned
giving a wave to the Midwestern sunset
silence eased her mind until it didn’t
looking to find her way
the sunbeam offered warmth
no garment could hide
the longing in her soul
setting her feet to new earth
mounting the bicycle
riding in the sun or rain
bowing to the elders
to survive
three months later
in order to live
running from the elders
riding with tears in pain
flinging the bicycle
she pricked her toes on sand burrs
raining in her soul
garments of southern threads
fall visited Midwestern farms
walking Chicago streets in the night haze
with drained mind and body spent
writing goodbyes to marine settings
her youthful fires burned
the year of 1973
These are the words which are to be included in this weeks The Sunday Whirl Wordle 395:

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