Forgiveness is the hidden key, to release all from suffering, though we would have suffered anyway. In forgiveness, suffering dissipates, but you may as well ask me to walk into the fire with the belief that I will come out the other side unscathed. Forgiveness defies logic of justice – it is godly, perhaps too godly, because it does not judge, it only releases those earthly bindings. Forgive me, and I shall show you the riches of my heart, because you believed in a better me you knew I would inevitably disappoint you, again and again, but you knew I had the potential to rise even higher to prove my love to you. With forgiveness comes belief, and with belief, faith, and with faith, hope hope in a better you, a better me, a better world that is released of its cycle of suffering.
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Clear Waters
Let there be stillness,
Please,
just a moment,
to step away from you,
who have a certain need,
and need a certain me.
For my own ebb and flow have slowed,
after being caught up in your streams.
Let me replenish my own,
in my quietness and stillness,
I shall weave and create,
a magic around me,
until my stream sparkles anew,
and you may sip from these waters again.
Creative Everyday Challenge #16: meeting of minds
While alone at a jazz club, jotting down some thoughts, a friendly stranger approached me and we started chatting away.
Discovering he was a song lyricist, I challenged him to write three lyrics using the words: watermelon, pint, and blonde.
He in turn challenged me with stool, electrified and chicken.
This is our disjointed conjoined poem:
watermelon tears,
the cloudy glass pint
size blonde is apple
on the tipping stool
electrified my mind
the chicken takes flight.
Draw from it what you will. There is a sweet absurdity in its arbitrariness.
Creative Everyday Challenge #11: reasons i love melbourne
Creative Everyday Challenge #10: cup of hearts
Creative Everyday Challenge #9: my sun
Like a flower towards the sun,
I seek you out,
reaching out,
turning my face towards you,
to feel the warmth of your love,
my sun,
my Beloved.
Creative Everyday Challenge #8: unravelling
You unravel me,
like an orb of yarn,
and sometimes I become fearful,
in the threads revealing my nakedness,
my vulnerabilities,
but sometimes I delight in my unbecoming,
for the less there is of me,
the more there is of you,
and you are beautiful.
A moment
For a moment I believed.
I believed that your eyes met mine with desire.
I believed that you saw my soul,
And understood me.
I believed we were on the start of a new adventure.
I believed it when you said that all you wanted to do was plant a gentle kiss on my forehead.
My heart opened in a brief flutter, and sighed with relief in sight of your loving smile and warm, open arms.
In that moment, I believed you loved me.
And that I loved you.
How strange that a moment should pry open my heart when it had been closed so long.
How swiftly that moment passed.
And closed my heart, again.
Melancholy.
There is a quiet melancholy,
that stains my soul.
I tried to wash it off,
with positive thoughts,
and a walk in the sun.
But a stubborn stain it is,
that after all the
washing,
scrubbing,
and,
rubbing,
it reveals itself,
unmoved.
But it does not boast,
rather,
it’s almost like it has nowhere else to go,
hovering in the background,
among the shadows of my soul.
Only occasionally,
surfacing to the realm of physical,
with a silent, heavy sigh.
A dedication to my beautiful friend, Marie. The only consolation I can offer is that it will pass. Accept it, embrace it, and use it to love yourself even more, And then, perhaps, you will find that it has disappeared. My melancholy, which hovered for weeks, soon disappeared after writing this poem.
© 2013
She Painted It Blue 