Tag Archives: burdens

Saving the Best For last

(photo- of my babies when they were small)

Some things are never forgotten, laboring souls that go to church

because we didn’t know, how to fight tired nights with weary days.

or the systems of oppression-recession,

systems that knock us down to the date, they go w-a-a-y back,

systems that refuse to acknowledge more external,

as to the wisdom of God

the creator of all that is,

both in & out-eternal

Prayers flooding beneath the red cushion-stains

the brown and grey wooden Briar-patch

Attach to us the impossible,

Miracles so wide spread they reach even the dead

so let it be said ,

we got up and walked

walked on water

moved mountains

“stopped the mouths of lions”

turned our “waters into wine”

we “touched the hem of his garment”

we “laid down our burdens”

for the last time

kindness sister Krissy

Why I must I Write:

To fill my shoes with gladness

To leap and fly

To run and never look back

To find value amongst the living…

And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom– Elizabeth Appell-http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/authors/e/elizabeth_appell.html

Recently changed kneal1 Poetry to VisionarieKindness: finding my stride-enjoy!!!

Before the world told me…

Smile girl but not too hard

Speak up but not too loud

Shuffle long ,shuffle long’

chile- now I see

You have no eyes like me

You have no hair like mine

Your human qualities so undefined

quit trying,shufflin-

on my neck

Hold still

 Let me be…

http://www.writeforhealing.com/stories-by-you/2015/7/21/before-the-world-told-me

Bathtub Prayers 3

A lonely place,

with salvation and intention

Running waters while I weep:

Dredging undefine pipelines

dredging underneath insecurities

dredging backward toward

gravity’s feet

separating the void-nothingness

In the beginning…

Let’s Travel -Day 26) Napowrimo

In the words of my  -Great Aunt Ella ( I attempt the Persona Poem)

This is a story often told as a child growing up- I never met my Great Aunt God rest her soul.

Chile-

“S-O-B treat me like that I’d kill-em all over again!

And If ya wanna go to hell-let’s travel!

He kept makin- that uh-noise

so I’se kept stitching me -dress.

I called the coroner  office -as soon as he stopped.

Honey,

I’ve,never seen a man raise -his hand to a woman and live –

not while I’m good and

Able”!

 Today, I challenge you to write a persona poem – a poem in the voice of someone else. Your persona could be a mythological or fictional character, a historical figure, or even an inanimate object. Need some examples? Check out this persona-poem-themed issue of Poemeleon from a few years back.

Happy writing!

http://www.napowrimo.net/