A couple of poems

Beautiful photo courtesy of my friend, ronda. She is a gifted photographer. Love the bluey-green of the water and the bright pink of the water lily. I want to dive in and adorn my hair with it and its petals like a mermaid :)

Most of you know that I spent a few months on and off in a relationship with a bard. A bard being an oral poet. I never did receive a poem from him in that time...ironic isn't it? But I did receive a gift in that my own poetry began to flow and he received many poems from me. I love that poetry is something that can help me find my way to myself when I cannot concentrate to read a book or discover another way to manage my feelings.

Here are a couple that came out on a brick stoop while I was waiting for the laundry to be done at the laundromat across the street. My daughter and I are often together and one of the fellows who lives in the building belonging to the stoop, is frequently sitting out in the sun on the top step and we are the lower stoop sitters. I have passed him on a non-laundry day and gave a greeting as I went by saying, "Not laundry day yet but see you in a couple of days if the sun is shining." No names exchanged but we know one another.

Now back to the poems.

Rambling

My heart walks beside me

as my hands dry each dish

It travels a new road that my mind

cannot follow

Through forests of green so deep

that shadows leap

and spin into sunlit valleys

Where are you taking me

I whisper

as I slot the silverware into its tray

Rambling

we are going rambling

you and I

My mind jumps up to grab ahold

Wait!

Come back to me

My heart smiles its secret smile

and continues on its way

Rambling

We are going rambling

you and I

Pot lid stacked on its pot

dishes stacked on the shelf

hands fluid in this daily task

Cupboard doors open and close

order reigns anew

Rambling

We are going rambling

you and I

Where time and separation

are seen for the illusion

and all hearts beat as one

Rambling

through the heart's eye

you and I

Not quite sure of the last couple of stanzas but there you have it. Check back tomorrow for the other poem which rang deep for me. I like the lilt of this one though...playful and happy, like I was feeling.

I love that I feel no need to perfect things, just write as it flows and trust that it is good enough. I am so gentle and loving with and of myself these days. Such peace to be in this place, not concerned with others' reactions. Simply glad to give my heart its voice!