I want to love this life,
this life I keep pushing away from myself
because of some comparative dissatisfaction,
because there is some kind of understanding
I have not quite grasped.
I want to pull it close to me, cradle it,
not just the soft pink blossoms of spring
which sprout from bare branches then bare fruit,
not just the colorful leaves in autumn
that shine against the gray sky and
even glitter in their falling.
I want to love too, the burning unbreathable air of summer
which steals the earth's fresh attempt at life
and I want to love the unlovable winter
whose cold pulls away all color and whose bitter teeth
tear the world apart.
I want to love more than just the life and resurrection,
I want to find a place in my arms
for the things that kill this life
without a second thought, for the things
that rip through beauty, never looking back.
I want to surrender this fighting,
this holding on, and wake to find beauty
in the very things that rip beauty apart.
That is known that cash can make people independent. But what to do if someone doesn't have money? The one way only is to get the home loans and just financial loan.
Posted by: Ernestine34WHITAKER | March 20, 2010 at 09:46 AM
Oh and by the way, how do you manage your mosaics of photos, what tool do you use because they are fantastic?
Posted by: Rachel | December 28, 2007 at 01:10 PM
Your words are such a great inspiration especially at this time of year when we are all assessing how far we have come and our direction for the new year.
Great writing
Posted by: Rachel | December 28, 2007 at 10:45 AM
this is the perfect description of where i'm at. i REALLY want to be in love with my own life... but it is so hard, especially when it seems that my life doesn't love me back.
off subject: i want to get all of the soulful bloggers together sometime in 2008, what suggestions do you have a time/place. how feasible would it be for you to come?
(((hugs)))
Posted by: jenica | December 18, 2007 at 03:25 PM
Oh how I missed your poetry, Michelle! xo
Posted by: Alex | December 15, 2007 at 12:12 PM
Another poem that is so rich...your words just wrap themselves around each other in such beautiful ways.
Posted by: Jeris | December 13, 2007 at 01:33 PM
Another poem that is just so rich...your words just wrap around themselves in such beautiful ways.
Posted by: Jeris | December 13, 2007 at 01:30 PM
oh sweetie - your poetry just gets better and better and better - this one took my breath away - write MORE, write MORE!!!
missing you in other places. LOVE you.
Posted by: megg | December 13, 2007 at 12:55 PM
what an ab~soul~utely beautiful blog~
so happy I stumbled upon your dreamy writings~
~Izabella
Posted by: Izabella~ | December 13, 2007 at 12:36 PM
I love how you put into words the things that I can't or haven't.
Posted by: claire | December 13, 2007 at 11:43 AM
incredible words my friend.
to let go of the fear and feel...i agree with deb that this seems to be the undercurrent...though as the reader, i know i project my own stuff onto the poem...
i am so thankful that you are sharing your poetry...
blessings,
liz
Posted by: liz elayne | December 13, 2007 at 08:37 AM
What an intense poem ... for me, it is a poem of wanting to feel, to feel at the deepest of levels. Peace & love, JP/deb
Posted by: JanePoe (aka Deborah) | December 13, 2007 at 08:02 AM
Oh
That was so very beautiful.
Posted by: hel | December 13, 2007 at 06:59 AM
Me too. So much.
Posted by: Sarah | December 12, 2007 at 09:44 PM