Showing posts with label poem-a-day. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem-a-day. Show all posts

Sunday, April 13, 2014

Palm Sunday

Praise him with Psalms
Lay the street with palms
Prophecy fulfilled, the triumphant entry
Gracious, loving, unexpected
In rides Jesus- King

Thursday, April 10, 2014

everything that makes me round

i can not be easily organized into hashtags or labels on cardboard boxes
i am am not the square, straight and even, check the boxes that apply
i am curves, goosebumps, stubbed toes, parabolas like roller coasters of emotion
stacks of books, thick socks, chapped lips, dogged eared magazine articles and bookmarked websites
i am built on the skins that i shed, reinvented myself on the stars of tomorrows and yesterdays
sliding into clean sheets, bouncing up at alarms, hot water runs down me in spirals
memories tied to songs, bones mended from brokenness, hips where my sister sits as i
wrap one arm around her, wrap two arms around myself, in self-love not self containment
because i 
                cannot
                           be 
                               contained
i am the fireworks i used to fear i am sunshine and oxygen converted
to carbon dioxide pumping blood, a million cells, fears and tickled taste buds, perked ears, messy hair 
save your boxes i will not fit. 

Sunday, April 6, 2014

who are you


sixteen point four two years and i still don't know

know i am five feet seven inches of layers of experience 
and skin

skin and it's regenerated approximately two hundred and twenty two times

times which are fraction of how often i've changed my mind

mind and it's learning what to save and what to spend

spend and when to break and when to bend

bend when i am daughter, sister, writer, friend

Tuesday, April 1, 2014

Palms

You can not go on with clenched fists
The only thing you will gain is 
Nail marks in your palms 
And sore muscles

You must learn to let go 
And learn that there are others whose hands can fill the empty spots in you own
You must push on but 
It need not be alone 

The clenched fists await the bruises 
And wait for the fight to start
Open hands are quick to welcome, 
The beginning of an open heart