A Feigned Pose

In abundance, it grows
Deep wisdom ancient

Alongside stinging nettle
Gracefully, it stands

I, too feign a pose
Itching injury persistent.

All I should do is breathe
Unfurl towards the light

As curled fronds of a fern
Surrender and let go.

The Fern

note: In response to Midweek Motif, “Yoga” at Poets United.

Uncovering the Extraordinary

A crow plucked my heart
And hung it on a tree
For the whole world to see.

Pleas and protests, in vain
The mischievous creature
Pecked at my core insisting
“Be love, be bold and bare it all!”

Litha, the Baby Crow
pic by MagicLoveCrow

process note: I’ve mentioned (somewhere else) before that I never regarded crows as extraordinary birds. But that was until I got introduced to this amazing artist’s work.

Sometimes it takes an extraordinary person to shine a light on the ordinary, and Stacy, who blogs at MagicLoveCrow, is that person. Anyone can be that ordinary person trying to uncover the extraordinary in their own way.

The poem excerpt is in response to Midweek Motif, “Seeking the Extraordinary in the Ordinary” at Poets United.