Category: NaPoWriMo

The Glory of Rainy Days

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Deep gray clouds cover the sky like a heavy blanket
Rain drums relentlessly on the shiny gray asphalt
The world is a tapestry of gray
Gray is beautiful

This is the glory of rainy days
They leave the world to its quiet contemplation
Its deep introspection
Rain cleanses more than the greater world
It penetrates into the soul
And washes away the dust of living

Rain awakens a simple joy
With renewal and rejuvenation
The meditation of raindrops on glass
Droplets colliding into each other
Reflecting the world in a new perspective while
Drawing meandering paths across glittering window panes

-gws

How to Eat a Rainbow

Glittering seeds that sparkle in winter
Much like a geode cracked open

Textured spheres like palm-sized suns
Perfume the grove with citrus tang

Oblong bunches entice with 
promises of creamy, tropical sweetness 

Tart, crisp heralds of autumn 
Ready to move from bushel to Thanksgiving pie

Baskets of chewable night-sky pearls 
Fresh from bush to muffin tin

Plump globes hang heavy on the vine in the tea-colored afternoon sun
Destined for bottle, jar, or a snack popped between a lover’s lips

-gws

Ecstasy

(A palinode to Grief)
Ecstasy illuminates 
It amplifies joy
Making time feel inconsequential 
Grounding me deep in the moment 
Called by the here and now 
Allowing full presence in the experience of it
Ecstasy demands we be seated in our bodies 
To experience pleasure 
And laughter 
And belonging as part of the great tapestry of living
Our senses acute and engaged
Begging we greedily partake
In the gifts that life offers
Richly
Vividly 
Intricately
With all of our senses
Inciting never ending curiosity 
And a desire for the bliss of it to never end

-gws

I Might Have Been

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In another life I might have been
A pirate queen
A courtesan
A poison-wielding spy
A teacher's pet
A protégé
The apple of your eye
A doe-eyed starlet
A beatnik poet
A comic, humor wry
An astronaut
A swimming star
A mime who would not cry
And yet I have this life to live
One shot for this go 'round
For all the mes that might have been
I like the me I found

-gws

Seeking Release

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Each time the house shook I knew
A storm was brewing
With unbridled rage
Knew that pools of acrid magma
Were rising to the surface
Seeking release

Each time the house shook I knew
That nowhere was safe
There was not enough time to escape
The maelstrom was coming
Wrathful and vicious
Seeking release

Each time the house shook I knew
I would stand against the gale
Diving deep into my power
Drawing on an ancient strength
Of ancestor, element, and divinity
Seeking release

-gws

A Love Poem

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Your love has me floating
Like a helium balloon
Tethered to the ground
By a heartstring

Your love caresses my senses
Like the sharp, clean freshness of pine
Endlessly stretching heavenward toward the azure sky
Crowned in misty clouds and enduring

Your love has me believing in forever
Like the love found in bedtime stories and fairy tales
Two hearts forged into an infinity loop
As twin souls merged will do

-gws

An Education I Have Failed to Get

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I often wonder if I'm missing something
I keep seeming to make the same mistake
Unable to avoid the pothole I know is there
To avoid the nail that snags my sweaters
Every time I walk past
Always forgetting the indulgence that makes me ill
Perhaps these continuous tragedies are the result of
An education I have failed to get
Or failed to learn from
The ripping and tearing
The tripping and falling
The banging and bruising
All from things I know will cause me harm
Things I should know to avoid
And yet I cannot seem to hold the lessons
I cannot seem to employ the learning
And I wonder what is wrong with me

-gws