Deb
Reader, Thinker, Writer, Lover.
June 2015
June 25, 2015

I Must Rise

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When I wake, I must rise.

Quickly, urgently, quietly –

rubbing my eyes

and shaking the sleep out of my brain.

Sometimes in winter, at 4:30 am –

when the world is still and dark and frozen;

no ray of sunlight has broken through the deep quiet;

I rise, quietly lighting candles and

flicking on lamps. Read more…

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Sometimes I think that if I wake up to one more face lined with grief and agony, that I’ll lose hope…that if hardness and meanness is all that’s left of the human soul, I will fall on my knees and beg to be taken from the inhumanity of this world. Read more…

June 16, 2015

Morning.

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You tease me.

Each time I glance up

You have changed,

gliding across the deep blue sky…

in your wake,

the heavens.

So mercurial – you’re close,

then far away, Read more…

June 12, 2015

I Am No Princess.

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Don’t call me a princess. Treat me like your Queen.

I have my own horse. I don’t want to ride on the back of yours.

Give me a cowboy hat instead of a tiara and work alongside me in the sun as it shades my face. Read more…

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You see your chubby thighs; I see beautiful eyes.

You see a slow runner; I see strength at the barbell.

You see a mom who’s impatient in the morning; I see a fun-loving flexible mom in the afternoon.

You see last place on the bike; I see unmatched determination.

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Monkey mind. Circus brain. Unsettled. It’s that feeling I get when there are so many competing tasks and ideas happening in my head that I become paralyzed…unable to think at all. Read more…