I thought of war and peace
not the one of Tolstoy
but self-limiting beliefs
shying away from light, when already
a black dot swimming in a white sea.
To what lengths one would go;
shrink to fit a predesigned frame?
I thought of war ―
I thought of peace.
For Poets United
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.
note: In response to Midweek Motif, “Yoga” at Poets United.
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!”
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 work.
The poem excerpt is in response to Midweek Motif, “Seeking the Extraordinary in the Ordinary” at Poets United.