It’s petals laying crossways,
My grandmother always said,
Notice their ruffled beauty,
Across the body, throughout her head.
The heart will lead us,
Paths rarely fond easy, and
With moments of dread.
However, trust
You’ll make it through,
The alternative is dead.
I, critical of every word chosen
What sort of life is this,
I plead.
Creative soul, release this fear
Living on the edge of me.
Save these poems,
I’ve chosen to share
Don’t allow my retreat,
My eyes reverent and engaged.
Tell me, poet traversing,
Are these words healing you
Or me
functions transposed
believability a mystery
hidden, as intended
wonder still exists
pressure lingers
faith’s instigator
yet, vastness continues
discovery imperative
Open to the calmness
that is our soul,
when it is recognized
and at peace,
we will walk
towards our fate.
Purple hues and hushed tones
Obediently inspire a poetess
For as light is required of day
Poetry eases through one’s soul
So who am I to deny life,
Might we humbly continue?
Where is the light I long for
while nothing else makes sense
Where is the touch my heart needs
after incredibly hard moments
Where is the air so calm
to soothe my wandering soul
Where is the rewind button
for our journey, the one I’ve missed
Impossible to refuse
A quest such as yours
Monochrome tones, leading
Towards adventure
Be aware, out there
Colors ride the calm
Into serenity
If you don’t go
Imagine what you’ll be missing
Breaks my heart, too
So, appearing simple,
And fated months before,
I, fearless cragswoman,
Listened to my inner voice.
Knowing when I entered,
Hessie’s Trailhead,
I’d consider life’s possibilities,
Determine my future goals,
Pass through time’s memories.
Not realizing I’d feel your essence,
Beneath a canopy of discovery,
I’ve held back, cowardly,
Yet to fully disclose, findings.
Now, if I don’t take you inside,
I fear, I’ll lose you,
To the calls of regret,
Maybe, to fear.
Clearly, she’s best suited
Like this
Content, being herself
Beyond expectation,
Sits your wildest dreams,
Glowing magnificently.
Reach out and claim them,
Sit amongst their swells,
Bounce on them into forever,
Or wrap them, keeping them to yourself.
The Frio River-Texas Hill Country
~ An Epic Journey ~ Will you come along?
The next 5 days will be pretty exciting around here…..
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 