- Non-Erotic Poetry
- A Poem for Myself and My Sisters
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These are the days
when
you wonder and
you sigh,
When you wish you could
write in pencil
make your bed
in the morning
and lay out your clothes
the night before
Take a short vacation
from chaos
Enough to get bored
But alas
The Shining Steeds
Gallop Valiantly
brown coats wet
and
nostrils flared
The Whip Weighs down
Just right
Cradled
in your hand
And the Wind
tastes of Glory
Oh Sweet Sister of
My heart
These are the days
that
chisel your mettle
and
churn your resolve
Wear them proudly
they can
only
make you more beautiful
Scrape the fear
like dead skin
off your feet
and
Step up unto
the chariot
Your Horses await you
The Blue Sky is Wide...
- COMMENTS
FunwithRyleighalmost 16 years agoScrape the fear
like dead skin
off your feet
Too many of us live in fear... of the unknown... of not being good enough or pretty enough or smart enough or rich enough or WHATEVER enough...
You go girl!
Ryles
lorencinoabout 16 years agoWell, not being a sister, I don't even know if I understand what all this is about, but it seems to be a robust account of the challenging storms that whip through a life that is fearlessly engaged and churn up a wealth of beautifying consciousness that results from challenging adversity, you know, like wild skies with scudded clouds skitting across our ken and scattering our orderly plans. Then, I'm just a gaping-mouthed brother getting over-excited by the vim of your verse.
