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Monday, March 28, 2005
Rejection
She sat beside him,
Kneeling on the floor.
He, sat in the chair,
And did not look down.
Her eyes searched him,
She made awkward chat.
He, gave short replies,
And did not look down.
She touched his arm,
Longing for his gaze.
He, ignored her plea,
And did not look down.
Her heart hurt mutely,
Searching for reason.
He, ignored the pain,
And did not look down.
She looked at him,
Quite at his mercy
He, silently dismissed,
And did not look down.
posted by Unknown @ 9:30 AM
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Thursday, March 10, 2005
Enough For Me
When I look around at all that I own
It is not much,
I make the most of what I have,
Use it, make it stretch.
Look at the art that covers my walls
Or the furniture in my living room
It really isn't worth much
In the economy of the world.
A few cents for paper
A couple dollars for some pastels
And I have the richest painting
I could ever afford.
An old chair
A used blanket
Makes the most exquisite furnishings
I'll probably ever own.
All that I have are shattered pieces
Of others lives cast aside
Because it has suddenly
Become worthless in being broken.
My life is filled
With the things that have become
Too burdenous for others,
And all it is a blessing and joy for me.
As a grouch hordes garbage,
I'll take on your unwanted dreams,
All that you don't want,
Or won't need.
I'll take it and make it mine.
All that reason tells you is useless, futile,
Give it up,
It'll be enough for me.
posted by Unknown @ 9:23 PM
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tell me no lies
Poetry has always been, at least for me, an outlet of honest expression.
Our perspectives often become blurred by our circumstance
and the difference between what is truth and what is merely what we feel can sometimes become difficult to determine.
But poetry is a sweet expression of us trying to comprehend the world around us, trying to comprehend life, circumstance, emotion.
It can be theraputic, it can be freeing, it can date a period in our lives,
and it can give others a glimpse of us that they may have never seen.
So share a poem, send me your story, give me a picture (I'll do my best to put it on), send it to godsbutterfli@gmail.com;
share your honest expression here, and tell me no lies.
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