Every time I fall, I learn to walk and then fly.
Every time I am silenced, I learn to speak and then sing.
Every time I mourn, I find my smiles are truer […]
I didn’t see her fall the first time
By the time I saw her lying there
Two other passersby had
Already stopped to give her aid
I stopped my car with a jolt
Pressed the four-way flashers
And leapt into the street
I could tell by the stress […]
Well, there he is again.
Sure, I thought he was gone.
I forgot that he is not here
To haunt me;
For the heart of the
Boy on a bicycle
Brush sways heads of browned leaves;
A stark contrast to the brilliant, glazed snow
Shining in the glow of morning sunlight.
From this angle, those twigs seem like
Darkness or shadow.
But shift to the other side and you’ll find
It, like the snow, is fully
Like drones rising up
We are eager to catch first light.
It’s Winter, so the catching
Is not too difficult;
Though it may be hard:
Stiff and inflexible like
The frozen melt on top
Of old snow.
We tramp through anyway.
The reward will be sunrise.
Here is “What If?” as recited by Zohreh Habibi (@EricaZohreh on Twitter). Hearing this transformed the poem for me (and I composed it…)
What if the world were flat.
Would that change the color of your favorite tree?
What if you only had one more day to live.
As part of #Quest2015, Pam Houston provided this prompt: “Sit quietly and ask yourself, what in the last day or week or month has made your heart leap up? Not what should, or might or always had, but what did. Make that list. Be honest, […]
I wake in the middle of the night
My heart is pounding fiercely
And the sheets offer no comfort
So I slip out of bed.
As my feet touch the floor
There’s a cold sensation;
Knowing your warm, soft body
Might as well be a million […]
I lay still in the grass
With chirruping birds nearby and
Buzzing bugs enticed by the soft
Flesh of my naked […]