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!
Wow, Is that meeeee? ;-D
I love the part about how he was thinking of me in all of his actions . . . what a man my man is.
I love you sister!
yes, you have the man! You are one powerful creator!