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Wannabe

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I wannabe a Def Poet.

I want to write poems

to make the whole world shout,

“Go ‘head girl!”

 

A poem to make you cry from laughter

Or cringe with pain.

Make you come tumbling after

Or dance inside my rain.

 

I wannabe a Def Poet.

I want to write poems

to make the whole world shout,

“Go ‘head girl!”

 

I want to write a poem

so someone can understand my thread,

feel the pulse that drove the pen

behind these thoughts inside my head.

 

I wannabe a Def Poet.

I want to write poems

to make the whole world shout,

“Go ‘head girl!”

 

A poem to follow my mission,

define my intuitions.

Make sense of all these lessons,

Refine my disposition.

 

I wannabe a Def Poet.

I want to write poems

that make the whole world shout,

“Go ‘head girl!”

 

one day.

 

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Footprints in the sand ~ remixed

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Photo courtesy of Chytrausphoto via Instagram

Hip Hip Hooray!  What was once lost is now found! 

My house is kicking into high gear, anticipating the beginning of school and sports.  Not only are my children going back next week, but so am I!  I have been attending classes part time at a local community college for 2 semesters now, and with God’s blessing, I’ll be graduating with an Associates in Communication in the Spring.  Definitely something to look forward to!

We also have been blessed to celebrate several birthdays since my last post, including my daughter turning 15!  My head is still reeling from that one…lol. 

In the process of all these preparations and celebrations, I have been cleaning out supply drawers and hard drives.  Clearing out all of the reports from last semester, I found an old folder of my poetry.  I was amazed at what I have written in the past.  Some of it was truly boring!  But I was melancholy about where I was emotionally and spiritually.  Some of the poems sad, some happy, some vengeful.  All of them are true to the place of my heart, at the time.  Writing has always been my only real release…the only place where I can place my real feelings without guilt or consequence…and know that God still sees it, even though I didn’t speak it.  With every poem, a piece of me was grafted onto a slice of solace, to be archived for my hearts time capsule.

But I am at the point where I want to release even further.  So I’m going to share not just blog posts, but poems as well.  I admittedly don’t write poetry like I used to, but in sharing these poems, I’m hoping to rekindle the flame.  And through this process, please feel free to leave me feedback, good or bad or otherwise.  I promise I won’t be upset at any constructive criticism!

~this first one was inspired by a friends vacation photo, of the beach…mixed with another friends excitement over the moment he fell in love… hope you enjoy!

Footprints in the sand, remixed

 So beautiful she sits,

a shadow in the midst

of the son

~ and that she truly is.

Suns setting, waves crashing

Warm sand between our toes

Didn’t expect this weekend

to get to this.

Such intimacy

captured in a glimpse.

She turned to me,

hair 10 ways to the wind,

and handed me her scissors.

See, she’s a creative and crafty one.

Bag lady to some,

but in those bags are gifts galore.

And her smile indulges me even more.

She looked at me

With an intense stare and said,

“I want you to cut my hair.”

A moment passed as I pondered

Her odd request in a daze

But she never once broke her gaze.

“You see, I’m going ‘natural’

See all this new growth,” she giggled

as she fluffed her hair affectionately.

“But the ends are relaxed, dying.

With you I sense new beginnings,

new breathe, new life, thriving.

Cut away the dead ends

So we can move forward to

being more than just friends.”

Though I know nothing of cutting hair,

Her trust in me, her face, her eyes,

her prophecy over our lives,

made her request undeniable.

As I sat with her wrapped in my arms,

scissors in hand,

she sighed deeply and laid against my chest,

cradled to my heart.

I didn’t know how to do

what she wanted me to do.

And maybe she could tell.

She simply took my hand

and said, “Let God guide you”.

Is this the lesson?

As I cut away inch after inch,

praying for God’s guidance,

watching this woman yield to my hand,

which is yielded to His,

I simply fell in love.

~~~

Hope you enjoyed that!  Stay blessed friends! 😉