melting together
I long for
his heart
to open
like a gate
onto an open prairie
covered with wildflowers.
Where,
we can meet
and melt into each other
like the sun and sky
at dusk.
Just a little love poem I wrote…
It’s also part of a collection I put together called All the Shapes of Joy.
This poem was written in response to a prompt in How to Write Poetry: A Guided Journal with Prompts to Ignite Your Imagination related to imagery. The recommendation was to make a list of images conveying grief, anger and love ( I added delight since that is what I happened to be feeling a the time), and then exploring what they have in common.
Cousins I grieve with a deep ache a longing for something lost; I hold an emptiness as thick as a 500-year old tree. I delight with a child’s joy a spontaneous spirit; an unbound energy as light as the free-flowing air we breathe. I anger filled with fear a disconnect with my Self; an instant reaction as sharp as the blade of the kitchen knife. I love my heart wide open a need to touch something true; feeling for solid ground as real as the earth below my two feet. In life’s vast field, grief and delight, anger and love play like cousins in the grass of spring.
This poem is part of an online collection I call Meditative Blossoms.
A Place to Stand
I’m looking for a place to stand, a place past
judgement and labeling, past anger and hatred, a place beyond
fear. My feet keep moving, stretching, searching, hungry to find space
where my heart can bloom and my soul can sing. I stay awake and pay attention because
this place is subtle, like the flavor of saffron lingering in my mouth. It’s a nuanced spot
that only speaks when you slow down, when you reach inside and listen deeply
to your body’s wisdom. The location settles you in a contented solitude, a seclusion
that moves you past the duality of good and bad, stability and freedom, attachment and aversion.
When you follow your embodied experience, you find a place to stand where
your being is washed in light, where your heart opens like a flower, where possibility
flows like a river over your feet standing along the stony shore.
This poem is part of an online collection I call All the Shapes of Joy.
