HART Rock Community Poem #2 - May 2011

Here it is! Community Poem #2. Thank you everyone who provided a line. If I don't see you before next month, have a great one.

Community Poem #2

HART Rock Poetry and Open Mic – May 2011

Ruminate, marinate, percolate poems!

To do this, one must look from the inside out

…And from the future to your past.

Like a ray of setting sun sweeping east to west

A midwife live here

And in the reflection of her mirror

Suns tore back storm’s drapes

Snapping turtle hides under the cattails

Kinda dark down here – feels like a jail

At least we’re not constricted by dactylic hexameter

So we let words flow like sweet nectar from our fingers

And catch their meanings from the breezes

Gently whispering soft encouragement

Will that is if he could speak

He would never know what to say

So, read his mind. You’ll be right.

Right, that is, if you’re certain to be wrong

If you are certain, you must be wrong, right?

Perhaps that rule is right until I hold on to it with all my might

Holding on is sometimes all we can do

As the storms blow through

We listen to the magic of rebirth

And we wonder about all the things that are to come

But let it go to breathe, breathe this

Breath of peace, oxygen of hope

We are all that and more to one another

Freedom is irresistible, but I do not touch

I refrain from his glorious splendor.