Wednesday, April 21, 2010
According to the Spirit
who spoke with me
while at this desk
in these woods
birch trees bending
creekward:
Don't let your dreams control
your sense of peace
and satisfaction
the s word is not a bad word
don't let them control you
a fishing line taut
dragging you through
your mouth
a steel hook through
choppy waters
you helpless fingerless
to remove the barb
Dreams should instead be
a gentle horse to ride
to love and trust
help you on your journey
to places intended and unintended
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Oh my thank you for that! I surfed over here from 80,000 words since I'm always for supporting my yellow sistahs, and I instantly liked your blog's subtitle. (My family is made of longtime NYers who moved to Jersey in my adulthood and now I have much love for the tax-free-shopping state.)
ReplyDeleteI usually HATE poetry with the passion of my former emo teenage heart who used to write it - so it was such a nice surprise to read this MAGNIFICENT work! I definitely needed the message now too.
Wow! Just saw your message. Thank you SO much! I am glad this resonated with you. It means so much to me. I hope this will encourage you to tap back into that emo teenage heart. We need her. :) And yes, we heart Jersey! -- from Sharline
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