Poem 07

 

You are the acid rain,

eating at my soul,

through the umbrella you handed me,

when I left the house this morning.

 

Pieces disintegrating onto my shoulders,

falling beneath my footsteps,

as I brush them off,

burning my feet,

as I proceed forward

into the future.

 

Because I am running late,

and cannot afford to turn around,

so that you can hand me another umbrella,

and send me on my way,

as you wish me well.

 

~ Lillian B.

 

Until we meet again!…

 

Poem 09

Green giants, born from the Earth,

with tall, towering trunks;

Arms extended toward the heavens above,

a request for rain – renewal – rebirth;

Battered, bruised, nearly broken,

these silent viewers of history prevail, proud and pensive;

Though occasionally outwardly off-putting,

do not be fooled, for appearances deceive.

 

As the giants shed their leaves,

so too must we;

Dropping what is dear

that we may spring upward, arms extended,

to soar with eagles;

Naked and exposed,

left vulnerable to the vulchers;

That we may ultimately be transformed;

wearing a coat of many colors;

Beauty beheld with wonder and awe;

Our awakening.

~ Lillian B.

 

Until we meet again!…