A Self-Portrait in Flowers

On April 29, 2014April 29, 2014 By buildingalifeofhopeIn poetry3 Comments

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I am no shy wallflower or shrinking violet

No pansy that wilts in the cold

Perhaps I am a Daisy:

Spirited and filled with the joyful innocence of a child

Or Baby’s Breath:

Magnificent and Sublime seeing the beauty in all things

Maybe a Chrysanthemum :

Speaking my truth and wearing my cape of honesty

Definitely a Freesia:

Exuding positive energy

Or Better yet a Gardenia:

Pure joy never postponed

Never a doubt about Gladiolus:

Strength and determination. I wear my sword well!

My armor- A Hydrangea:

Resolved to persevere

A Lavender Chick For Sure:

Gorgeous and fragrant and exotic with the promise of new adventure

A Magnolia of Steel (of course):

Unrelenting dignity

Orchid: It makes me sigh:

Always I feel the pull of powerful romantic desire!

Once upon a Time

On April 24, 2014 By buildingalifeofhopeIn poetry5 Comments

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What once was daunting is now empowering

What once had me nearly on my knees has given me wings

What once left me stoic in silence has made me loquacious with laughter

What once gave me grief has given me the gift of profound joy

What once left me shackled, tied to the metaphorical bedpost

has posted bail and declared me innocent and unbound

What once left me invisible has made me someone worth remembering

What once left me feeling lonely and isolated

has made me feel inhabited in my solitude

and a gleeful player on the world’s stage

Why I Run

On April 19, 2014 By buildingalifeofhopeIn poetry8 Comments

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I run for no specific reason

I run because I like to feel the morning air on my face

The dark nip of winter

The welcoming breeze of spring

The heat of summer

and the tri-colored relief of autumn

I run to feel the aches

as I first shuffle my feet

and the sweet release as I enter my stride

I run to see the changes in my world reveal themselves bit by bit

I run to listen to the day’s first stirrings

and the night’s final slumber

to hear the coyotes’ howls

the red tail’s hunt

the snort of deer

and the yip of the fox

I run to peek at Venus, my morning star in the east

I run to watch the moon’s final rise at the first mile

and the sun’s first with one to go

I run to breathe, to think (or not)

I run because I want to feel alive

and take in my daily dose of peace

What Can I Tell You?

On April 17, 2014 By buildingalifeofhopeIn poetryLeave a comment

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I cannot tell you that it will not hurt

That the psychic pain will sear you

burn you to your very core

I cannot tell you that your body will become a wasteland

that you will look like a refugee from the worst of domestic wars

That you will feel like a starved prisoner

trapped in a situation for which you have no control

I cannot tell you that you will not worry

That every movement will be fraught with fear about your future

That you will be staring down that black hole of endless bills and debt

I cannot tell you that you will not be angry

Foaming and raging at the actions and constant manipulations of the other

That his need for control will feel like another constraint and strangulation

I can tell you that the pain will fold itself into the dark corners of your heart

That your body once again will be fertile ground

I can tell you that you will become a citizen of your own nation

a freed captive with a belly full of self-protecting ammunition

I can tell you that every advance will be fueled by your freedom

That the once endless abyss of scarcity will overflow with abundance

I can tell you that your resentment will replaced by indifference

that you will be the mistress of your own destiny

and the queen of your own kingdom

In Your Eyes

On April 15, 2014 By buildingalifeofhopeIn poetry9 Comments

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She kissed him softly, leaving a pink tattoo on his cheek

There was a worn tenderness to his being

A sweet masculine aura

His greetings arrived like a whisper

Like velvet

Soothing as silk

A cool breeze that sparks your heart

They might see one another in a crowded room of familiars

and the world would still as he planted his lips quietly on her nose

They possessed an unknown affection for each other

A kinship of few words and many shared plights

They left no time for the niceties of the shallow “How are yous”

Instead the river of their words ran strong and deep

When her need for him was acute,

she would conjure a prayer to the universe

wishing for his manifestation

His presence gave solace to her soul

Life stories shared

Life stories held

Life stories with no judgement

Each on separate paths

Tending the fires of their own loves

Rejoicing in one another’s journey

A Wiser Woman

On April 14, 2014 By buildingalifeofhopeIn poetry9 Comments

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She’s just like him

Words of wisdom from a child

He keeps his distance

Stands his ground

I had never seen her

But became acutely aware of her on that April morning

You know that feeling when someone is looking at you behind your back?

I turn to look

She penetrated my gaze

Followed me out the door

I turned once again

Laser-like, strong in my volley

I sensed an artist of insinuation in my midst

I knew we would meet again

I began to notice and be alert for her comings and goings

She was easy to spot

Devoid of femininity

Nearly transparent in nature

Rail-thin

Her body a void

Dressing as a slacker social climber

Expensive jeans

made by poor souls in Bangladesh no doubt

The Designer Look that lacks originality

She appears to be his twin

A mirror image of him

As the seasons change, she creates a perch in the shop

A table by the window for her phone, Ipad and coffee

Trying to look earnest and important

She is a user of men

Flaunting her wiles for her own gain

Acting helpless while they lick her feet

I cannot warn them

I can only watch

Be careful my boy says

Keep quiet

Those behind the counter are trained to smile

but are aware of her guile

Her mission with me is incomplete

I am replete with stellar intuition

and spiritual revelation

I can handle any situation

My grace and style help me walk the mile

She hasn’t been around in a long, long while

Siridean

On April 12, 2014 By buildingalifeofhopeIn poetry25 Comments

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They may not know Her

But she knows their thoughts

She senses their neediness

their desires

the impulse to share their story

-a piece of themselves

She does not judge

She feels their pain

The stain

of their indignities and indiscretions

their joys and sorrows

When She walks down the street

a sea of people part

nearly bowing in reverence

to Her very presence

They cannot help themselves

They yearn to touch Her

Her very being is an illumination

a soft glowing beacon

Her attention is discreet

The slightest of touches

temper their souls

surrounding them

in a healing blue light

She is a weaver

a Tantra goddess melding together

the human and divine

A starry messenger

A natural-born remedy

A harbinger of peace if only for a whisper of time

Not sure where I got this from to be honest. Thanks once again to Kellie Elmore for taking me to a place and space I never expected to go! Plus the added bonus of adding Poem #12 to WordPress’ challenge!

Namaste’ my friends!

The In-Between

On April 9, 2014April 9, 2014 By buildingalifeofhopeIn poetryLeave a comment

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I live in that space between then and when

I am neither here nor there

Moving out of the now into what was meant to be

The here having a lesser hold on me, a looser tie

The there tugging at my heart strings and molding my mind

In this middle midst I place myself

Setting free the old wounds

Knowing I have given birth to many new lives

Pieces of myself

made whole once more

Inner Reflection

On April 8, 2014 By buildingalifeofhopeIn poetry2 Comments

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Do you ever want to be a stranger somewhere

to walk alone into a crowded cafe’

and be silent and still

lost in your own world?

Do you ever want to remain anonymous

to sit and lose yourself in daydreams

making up life stories about the people around you?

Do you ever want to leave your appearance at home

to walk in unadulterated and unadorned freedom?

Do you ever want to cast a long shadow or vaporize into the mist

or become that crystalline air that takes others breath away?

Do you ever want to flow like the tides

to roll gently and smoothly

in and out of your own consciousness?

Do you ever want to let go of the world

its teeming madness and incessant obligations

and offer them over

surrender them

and transform them into silence?

Do you ever want to sit with yourself

peel back the layers of hardness and pain,

allow yourself to soften and ripen,

to be at one with Mother Earth?

Would you reflect the majesty of the galaxies and the glory of the heavens?

Would you capture your essence, the core of your soul?

She Said, He Said

On April 7, 2014 By buildingalifeofhopeIn poetry6 Comments

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How do you know it’s real, she said

When each hello is ripe with anticipation and every goodbye makes you cry, he said

Yes, but what about after that? she said

When each moment feels like its happening for the first time, he said

Yes, but they don’t last, we all know that, she said

Those times are the building blocks for a strong partnership, he said

Oh so you mean what we go back to when we find ourselves settling in? she said

Yes, those reminders of why we fell in love in the first place, he said

Well, with you I always go back babe, she said

Then it must be real, he said

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