Perseverance climbs higher
on education's sofa, lingering cat like
upon the armrest comfortably, quietly boasting
authoritatively giving dissertation on life
wisdom trickles downs between
the rough words and settles
plumply, resistantly on honest conviction
Today I decide to bury boastfulness in the backyard
with the dog ~ quickly, before true salvation
eclipses the coming glory, burning my eyes
with the claws of not forgiving
And later:
the balm of forgiveness burns, softly glowing of love
flowing swiftly over the edges of wrongdoing
I see the deed
dangling
swishing
by the tenuous strings of webbed memory
within the stickiness
lives a hairy, beady-eyed creature
seeing in prisms, multi-legs dance
awaiting my carelessness
begging
anticipating
bitterness, roots, traps laid carefully within
boundaries of the liars web, and it
breathes, deeply
my stubborn choice. Slowly I reach out
petting my fears with open palms, setting
loose anything caught by your forgiveness
and find I am truly free.
I dream in color, write poetry, talk about God, parent kids and finally wonder about it all
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January 15th
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Both lovely. I need to think about them awhile...
ReplyDeletethank you LIsa...it is one poem actually.
ReplyDeleteLike part one and two...
Did you go to the other blog? New pictures today.
Sweetie, I love this poem! It may well be one of your very best! I also love the new photographs you've posted, they are fantastic!
ReplyDeleteI had to laugh at the visual of someone calling you a grandma!
And honey its not that I have a hard time dealing with being a grandma, it's just that the title Grandma Gerkin sounds like my 84 year old Grandmother whom was called the same before she passed away. Please call me Grandma T instead, or Fra'pa. I want to be called something that has a fun sound to it and lacks sounding so darn old.
I love you so much and I miss you terribly!
Hi,
ReplyDeleteGlad to see you are back to the keys... But sorry to hear about your wrist. Joe fell over a year ago playing roller hockey with Dominic and put his hands down to protect his fall. He really hurt his left wrist badly (fractured bone). He has the same splint you have but his was custom made and cost $400.00... Did not do much for he rarely wore it since it seemed to hurt more wearing it... He is still having weakness, they told him because of his age... it will take very long to heal because the little bones in the wrist (triquetral...the little bone on the most outer point of your wrist bone) have very little blood flow which slows down the healing process.
Hope you heal quickly.
Miss you,
Lori
ps: I love your new pictures...
pps: I love your poem too.
XOXO