I was recently given a piece of advice by a friend. It took me a week to mull it over, but I think I am ready to accept it. She said "share your talent with people while you can." Now I don't have much in the way of talent, but I do enjoy writing poetry. So here are a few of my favorites.
Where We Grow
Floating,
Feather-like,
And twirling,
Downward
Into isotonic
Memories of us.
Floating,
Bubble-round,
And Bursting forth,
In to the maelstrom
That is we.
Floating,
Seeds caught
By wind
And falling
gently,
where we grow.
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Gather your brushes!
Open your paints!
The walls are bare.
Get to it!
Create me a new
and wonderous space!
Cover the white.
Get to it!
I want a rainbow!
Every hue that you own.
I'm sick of sterility.
I want a home!
no more whitewashed feelings
no more feeling alone.
Get to it!
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The science of me
And the bias of me
Are all wrapped up
In the conscience of me
My id follows
Like my shadow
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Thursday, April 29, 2010
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