just me and you

early days, me and Jim and Tucker, Gulf Shores
Just Me and You

Our love
So true
Was new
Like morn-
ing dew
Just me 
And you

Wind blew
We flew
So high
Oh, my!
Us two 
Just me 
And you

We cry
We die
We give
We live
A long
Repeat-
ing song
Just me 
And you

I wrote this poem in response to a prompt in How to Write Poetry: A Guided Journal with Prompts by Christopher Salerno and Kelsea Habecker in the chapter on the Rhythm and Meter, which invited me to  write a poem about someone important to me that mimics the rhythm of my heartbeat (thu-ump thu-ump).

Below are some bonus photos of us two together.

Visitors

Visitors

I looked out the window and to my surprise there were a dozen red-winged blackbirds under the just-filled feeder. Now there’s nothing special about blackbirds, except that these have orange Nike swooshes on their shoulders, but they’ve never stopped here for a visit. (Usually I see them on my walks along the river or near the golf course.) A blue jay – no, two! – chase the inky crew away with their biting call and big beautiful blue bully bodies. Then, after a few moments, the blackbirds and blue jays together play, some drinking from the overflowing bath, some stealing sunflower seeds away. Satiated, they move on and the quiet calm of the juncos prevail. The chickadees and sparrows return to their invaded home, living harmoniously in this miraculous place I call my backyard. 

What You See

purple coneflower blossom
What You See

You notice what I accomplish - 
the hard, tangible results of my effort.
Therein lies your appreciation:
How what I deliver benefits you. 

And, yes, while I signed on to serve, 
to contribute to greater good 
in the world of your collective power, 
is it possible
for you to notice
who I am, 
all that I carry within me? 

Will you not water my seeds, 
that I might blossom before you? 

Perhaps I will simply 
flower in beauty 
that your eyes could behold 
just in case
they ever really going looking for it. 

I wrote this poem when I was working, during performance review time, when the manager I had at the time seemed especially focused on results without much appreciation for who I am and the value I brought through my way of being.