words break open into smiles
as they escape my mouth
even as the sun breaks
through clouds
as they escape my mouth
even as the sun breaks
through clouds
every day it seems I put aside
the language of survival
and will myself to find
life's uncut joy
though my hands seem empty
I know in this version they
cast to light and return
ready for the fight
__________________
Pic: The sky as I headed home this evening: it's light out, the skies are blue, there are puffy white clouds. I didn't need a rainbow for my heart to leap up.
7 comments:
YES MAYA!!! Great poem! I don't know how you create such beauty day after day but somehow you do!
Nice.
Ooh, I love this. And I love the accompanying photo of the sky. When I look up into the sky I definitely find "life's uncut joy."
Oh, Wordsworth. My Romantic poetry professor and I used to go round and round about him. Fond memories.
This is a pretty poem, maya. It feels almost shyly joyful.
Beautiful poem - it feels very hopeful! Looking for gratitude in February was my way of finding life's uncut joy! I so needed that during what ended up being a hard month.
I have been examining the sky very carefully on my recent walks with the dog because we have TWO pairs of nesting bald eagles and I frequently see them gliding away. They're so majestic. I love a good sky.
Thank you, kind friends!!! <3
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