these are the things I’m not…
a sea of scattered storms,
thunder and lightning,
swirling winds out of control,
a ship being tossed.
these are the things I’m not…
a wandering child,
shivering from the chill of each forward step,
paralyzed by the unknown monster in the closet,
a fear lurking around a corner.
these are the things I’m not…
a book with too many words,
a pinball thumping from bumper to bumper,
a string of incoherent thoughts,
a poem that doesn’t rhyme.
these are the things I’m not…
a tally of all the wrongs,
the number of people who slipped away,
a mourning of memories,
a road going nowhere.
these are the things I’m not…
a limit on my possibilities,
a crack so small the light can’t get through,
a shadow blurred and distorted,
a broken branch on the forest floor.
these are the things I’m not…
a star that lost its glow,
a speck at the bottom of the world,
a mountain without a view,
a soul who lost all hope.
I’m not…
giving up,
giving in,
playing dead,
rolling over,
glancing back,
sealed tight,
weeping silently,
stuck in the moment,
afraid to hurl myself at the blazing sun.
these are the things I’m not…
a story that moves too slow,
a song in a melancholy pitch,
the world caving in,
a novel that will never be finished.
I love the ending line here (and the whole poem of course), Becky!
Happy Easter! ❤
Thank you… I think the poem ended the way I’m feeling (and sometimes the way I want to feel… if we write it, it will come!)
sounds like you are trying to be strong!!
dysfunctional
Yes! Thank you… an ever growing strength.
Beautiful!
Thank you!
It’s wonderful to see such positive words 🙂
My entry: http://halfwaybetweenthegutter.wordpress.com/2012/04/08/smudge/
Thank you my sweet friend.
The fact it is never finished is why it is so interesting!
Ha! Unless you’re the author… and then there’s trouble! 🙂
One of my favorite types of poem is the list poem ( don’t know if it’s an actual genre, but I think it is). The challenge is coming up with enough brilliant examples that don’t repeat themselves.
You met the challenge, lady. Excellent, excellent statement of purpose and poem.
Moskareeno
Thanks Moskie!
I love writing poems that turn into lists as I’m writing them… I do that a lot. We should coin the genre!
🙂
you are love. you are inspiration.
Oh! And you too my beautiful friend.
Love this Becky – a story of growth.
Anna :o]
Thank you so much — I did have a powerful feeling of emotional growth while this was making its way from my brain to the paper. 🙂
I like that you are not any of those things. Such a creative way to positively frame your world! Love it!
Thank you so much for the encouragement. xoxo
wow, b! i think this is my most favorite so far of all your poems! the rhythm; the repetition; the power of your words; the defiance, strength, courage and hope which come through… LOVE this!!!
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Yay!
I like this one too, i felt kind of defiant while writing it.
Another wow posting Becky!! I could see you standing at the top of a mountain shouting to everyone. “Don’t think you have me pegged! Don’t think I’m a shy little woman who can’t do anything for herself or one who’s lost something precious and won’t try again. Watch me and I’ll show you what I’m capable of,” while in the background I can hear Helen Reddy’s I Am Woman. Very nice and empowering. You grabbed my attention with the first paragraph and kept me glued to the screen and the whole time I’m saying, “Me too Becky, I’m not any of those things. I am the calm, steady ship in the midst of a sea gone insane with storms,” Be blessed.
http://elizena-lovingmycreator.blogspot.com/2012/04/magic-of-rainbows.html
Thank you so very much!