Life So Real ~ Poetry: March 2010

Friday, March 26, 2010

little drops of moonbeams

little drops of moonbeams
swimming in the stars
twirling past the milky way
and dancing around mars

little drops of moonbeams
playing in the night
shining on the clouds above
that hide their brilliant light

little drops of moonbeams
whispering a prayer
bathed in lunar energy
soaring through the air

little drops of moonbeams
falling all around
tinkering on window panes
and splashing to the ground

little drops of moonbeams
sweet nature's lullaby
rejoicing in their journey
as they travel from the sky

Monday, March 8, 2010

life emerging

there is no spring
for a life emerging
no breath
no cry
no vision nor thought
catapulted into
a dizzying cacophony
confusing chaos of
bright lights, colors, sounds
mesmerizing
overwhelming and exciting
spinning upside down
spiraling inside out
and suddenly

stop

a split second
collapsing into the silence
of an eternal pause
the space between
two worlds
before arising
arriving
breaching the surface
with a rushing gasp for air
relief of
the first breath
which is
life emerging

the journey of poetry

"...a spiritual journey is a lot like a poem. You don't merely recite a poem or analyze it intellectually. You dance it, sing it, cry it, feel it on your skin and in your bones. You move with it and feel its caress. It falls on you like a teardrop or wraps around you like a smile. It lives in the heart and the body as well as the spirit and the head."

Sue Monk Kidd
When the Heart Waits

the journey of words...

sometimes they come as a gift; the words flowing into my mind at odd moments and i'm forced to repeat them over and over until i can quickly write them down on scraps of paper. it's like they're so excited to be discovered that they write themselves and i am just the vessel through which they become manifest...

and other times it's like a game of hide and seek. they give me a clue, an idea, but the harder i try to find them, the more they elude me. they want to be found, but they enjoy the game. and so i wait patiently, catching glimpses of them here and there. Until one day, maybe weeks or months later, they are comfortable enough to come out of hiding, finding the perfect moment to create themselves...