Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts

Tuesday, 2 August 2016

The M Word...



ME

I am from love.

I am from
yes you can and
to hell with him
from struggle
from strength
from independence
from red, white and blue.

I am from figure it out
from pick yourself up
from fresh air
from late nights of
hide and seek
of truth or dare
from scraped knees
from broken bones
from the time honoured understanding
that streetlights mean go home.

I am from fistfights
from penny candy
from words written on
borrowed pages
from long walks
from double dutch
from early morning basketball
from tents pitched in backyard grass, 
hidden by trees with bare limbs.

I am from commitment
from uncertainty
from bitterness
from disappointment
from broken dreams
from freedom
from cocoon
from flight.

I am from fortitude
from expectation
from perseverance
from fire
from ashes
from behind the lens.

I am from hope
from forgiveness
from light.

I am from Love

Saturday, 13 June 2015

Stronger

Stronger
when I say yes instead of no
Stronger 
when I relax and let life flow
Stronger
when I let a weakness show
Stronger
when I absorb the blow
Stronger
when I breathe and let it go
Stronger
when I feel my spirit grow
Stronger 
when I celebrate your glow
Stronger
when I eat my plate of crow
Stronger
when I reap the seeds I sew
Stronger
when my ducks get out of row
Stronger
when I love and let you know.

- Vera

Wednesday, 10 June 2015

The Tale




If you ignore the multitude
red white and green signs against
trespass
walk through the silent
fallen and their sentries standing
guard
tiptoe 'round the poison ivy
on the path well worn by 
dissenters who have come before
hoping patrollers of this
man-made free environment
fail
to see necessity of taking their
job too seriously
you will come to
the place.

A long shoreline
where beaver deer bear 
congregate with birds and
their prey
A place where you try to
spill only the blood of the battling worm
before you arc rod
snap it forward
watching
hooked bait sail across
calm waters.

The world and it's trappings fall
away
relaxed yet poised to react 
you
breathe life into dreams
while 
mosquitoes buzz away drunk with gratitude

Whether the fish bite or not is
irrelavant
you have a grand tale of adventure and daring
that every 11-year-old boy should
have in his arsenal to
tell.

- Vera

Monday, 27 April 2015

Petrified

The sun rides low
in April's sky
while winter's wind
continues to terrorize,
daring petrified leaves
to burst forth
from their buds.

Squirrels scurry tree's
limbs anxious to return
to the warmth of their
Dreys and the few nuts
they have left.

Overhead birds chirp
of the newly hatched
before loudly complaining of
their exposed nests
watching intently wondering
when and where nature's greenery
will first be gleaned.

As sky darkens
sun sets taking
its empty promises
of warmth while silencing
their chatter with an answer
of not today.

I slide between my
cold sheets
shiver off the chill
while taking comfort
from the knowledge
that tomorrow the answer
or the question may
change.

- Vera

Thursday, 22 January 2015

Indigestion



My doctor says I'm
suffering from verbal 
indigestion.

I have letters on my mind,
words in my heart and
sentences on either side of
my semi-colon.

As she prescribes,
I drink a lot of water.
What comes out is sometimes
pure sh*t
But other times it's
Sheer poetry.

- Vera

Friday, 5 December 2014

The Wind

The Wind


Wind hurls
against window
Shakes walls
Rattles pane
Scurries children
Alarms adults.

Strong gusts
Compete,
Dance,
Probe,
Seek,
Retreat.

Return determined
Tree limb held aloft
Glass breaks
Allowing
Winds of change
To enter.

- Vera

Thursday, 2 October 2014

Progress



Foot.
One Foot.
Forward.
One foot forward filling space.
Closing distance between here and there.
Moving.
Causing momentum that
carries another foot forward.
One forward foot,
then another.
Propelling.
Closing the distance.
Changing there into
here and here into
there.
Creating a new
horizon and new
destination.
Foot.
One foot forward.

- Vera

Friday, 26 September 2014

Worship

I want to worship
at your temple;
to sacrifice
independence
for the freedom of
your love.

I want to dance upon
your altar
until
tongues are spoken;
until the light
of revelations appear;
until your liquid
warmth soothes
the fire in my soul.

- Vera

Toxic



Angry words
are pushed
down my throat
forcing me to
swallow the bitter
poison contained within.

Belatedly
walls rise
to protect
heart,
spirit,
mind.

Hot
venom
fills blood cells
courses
through veins; is
pumped into then
rejected by heart.

Teeth clench
throat opens
attempting to
keep the toxin
from spewing forth
from mouth.

I marinate in
emotions.
Hearing and vision
distort.
Impaired I search for
meaning,
truth,
kindness,
love.

Failure
thickens walls,
increases toxicity,
increases impairment.

Paralyzed mind,
paralyzed body
collapse
shattering walls,
releasing toxins.
Eyes focus on
the new landscape
within.

- Vera