Pull Me Into Your Slough
Pull me into your slough.
I can take it.
I’ve learned to tread the water.
I know the routes.
I can’t lead you out
But I can sit beside you a while
And visit.
Tag Archives: Poetry
And the Stars Wrap Around Me
Eons pass
And the stars wrap around me.
I am born under Capricorn
I grow up under Orion
In the crisp country night
I see black and white.
Under the bright fluorescents of education
I learn what color means.
I get a job
In a room with high speckled ceilings.
I struggle smally.
I see the moon in the mornings
And dappled winter sunsets.
I grow old
Joints from creaks to cries
Complaints from whispers to shouts
My hands grasping at light-pierced blankets
I face my own mortality.
And the stars wrap around me.
Small Salvations
Some people have been hurt so deeply
They no longer know how to accept love.
They have been repeatedly wounded
Until fear overwhelms them.
Their defenses scar shut.
They can’t bare their hearts to trust again.
Even these can find small salvations.
A lover, a child, a persistent friend
Might break through,
Might prove to them
That love is worth the pain.
That humanity
Has beautiful faces.
That they belong.
That they deserve
All the good things.
Going on a Vacation!
I’m going on a trip to the Grand Canyon! I leave early tomorrow, so just a few hours from now. I’m excited to see the beauty of a real desert. Checking it off the bucket list!
I’ll be gone all next week and maybe the one after that. Please don’t expect me to an amazing, or consistent, or even existent blogger. I will return, with a scalp full of sand and a mind full of ventifact geometry.
Maybe this is a good time to post this one. Not even sure if it counts as a poem, just food for thought.
Running out of time
How much is left
To do what we want
To do what others want
What kind of a bucket list should we have?
Here is a bucket list written by a six-year-old.
– sit in hot tub
– visit grandma and grandpa
– catch frogs
– see a movie with mom
This is how simple life can be.
She has no agenda
No outside influence
On what a bucket list should say.
Her world is small and rich.
No popular tourist destinations
No huge purchases
No revenge
No regrets.
All she wants
Is to spend her time doing what she enjoys
With people she loves.
The Dinosaur
The dinosaur
Is so old
Its rheumy eyes
Can barely see out the cave.
The dinosaur
Makes no efforts toward the light
The dinosaur
Grumbles quietly to itself
And wishes it were dead
But makes no efforts toward death either.
It continues
Doing nothing
Never changing.
Trapped
In a world of its own making.
Sarah D. Silvey 