The sun honey colored
and brazen
gleamed through the door as he entered
clutching bouquets of flowers.
Daisies, Lillis,Ginger
wild and beautiful.
I reached out for one,
the thorns of the rose
pierced my skin,
reminding me that life
was not always this way,
soft and loud with beauty.
The flower guy
was away in a mountain cabin
writing his first novel.
I smile
understanding the struggle of
bleeding unto the page,
pouring our fears,
unveiling our truth,
weaving our words.
How softly we click on
the keys of our devices
writing feverishly.
Our minds holding boulders,
in the trenches of our thoughts,
fearful to leave on the page
more of ourselves than
we intended to.
I trim the flowers
on a slant,
place them in the
green and white crystal vase.
I cut my words
into shattered pieces of myself,
I place them on the page,
exposed,
quickly I
erase and
start over.
It is hard to write and share a piece of ourselves to the world ~ I admire writers and poets who do it eloquently ~
ReplyDeleteGrace
Thank you, Grace.
DeleteSometimes can be a struggle to get the words down, unless you're a crazy cat lol
ReplyDeletesmiles...
DeleteWell cut words!
ReplyDeleteThank you!
DeleteSuch imagery, Ayala. Love it. Especially this line:"Our minds holding boulders,in the trenches of our thoughts,fearful to leave on the page
ReplyDeletemore of ourselves than we intended to." Thank you.
Thank you, Rudri.
DeleteSo many things to love in this superb poem, Ayala--and so easy to relate to.
ReplyDelete"I smile
understanding the struggle of
bleeding unto the page,"
Yep!
Thank you, Victoria.
DeleteA very special poem, so much to identify with, enjoyed it very much.
ReplyDeleteI'm happy you enjoyed it. Thank you.
DeleteI can relate! And what a great photo!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Jen.
DeleteSMiLes.. perhaps
ReplyDeletei should erase
pArts of me as WeLL..
then the epic would
be smaller
poeTry
too..
but i cannot
bear that.. as i lost
that pARt of me before..:)
To find the right words to express our feelings can be difficult. The words do cut leaving one in a state of vulnerability. Sometimes we need that giant eraser or white-out to cover the parts we wish not to remember.
ReplyDeleteinto shattered pieces of myself,
ReplyDeleteI place them on the page,exposed,
quickly I erase and start over
It is just amazing how one is checked in one's writing all the time. But the will to continue all over again is sustained. That's the beauty of it! Very true ayala!
Hank
Indeed. There are things we simply cannot put on paper, that's why some poet veil their words with metaphors.
ReplyDeleteThis must be read out loud! Very lovely!
ReplyDeleteI often have a hard time finding the right words...it is an eternal search, I think :)
ReplyDeleteSMiLes
ReplyDeletei write for
mY soUL
and now
the
SonG
SinGs
louder
than ever before..
so yes.. it's worth
iT.. the dance
and SonG
oF aLL poeTry
Free aS NOW..:)
You are strong, Ayala, I believe you are and I hope you will too. All the tears you shed to world are enough proof that you are a beautiful strong woman with a heart. :)
ReplyDeleteI think I have misposted this comment earlier, Ayala. It's meant to be my comment on your recent poem. Sorry! :)
DeleteI like your poems these days, Ayala. Your poetics are getting bolder & revealing of your true self & emotions, the natural you. Keep them flowing. :)
ReplyDeleteIt takes boldness to share pieces of our souls...to leave it unedited. There are times I face the fear I have said too much, but still I release my words. Time will tell. This is beautiful.
ReplyDeleteIt takes boldness to share pieces of our souls...to leave it unedited. There are times I face the fear I have said too much, but still I release my words. Time will tell. This is beautiful.
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