Sunday, June 17, 2007
The woman now she sits in the open
With a scarlet flower in her hand
She plays with it and puts it behind her ear
She watches the sun heat the stones on the ground
A young girl walks past
She sings her songs
She plans to buy some bread
She's unaware of the joy and sadness, pain and responsibility, love and grief that life will bring her
A young man walks by
He jangles coins in his pocket as he passes
HIs head is full of the future and his heart is full of love for life
It is hoped he will be able to keep his head and his heart when he is older
A woman of middling years wanders by
She has just stepped out from the office
She wants fulfillment in her life
She's wondering if she has it
A man of middling years marches by
He's seeking a bite of lunch
He wants noodles and soup and meat
He wants to know where all the years past have gone to and what the years to come will bring
An old woman hobbles by
She has a bright smile among her wrinkles
She's been searching for many things in her life
In the end, she's decided that perhaps she'll never get them all and that's fine
An old man shufflest past
He's walking after the old woman
He catches up her hands in his
And they laugh to be with one another in old age
The woman now she sits in the open
With a scarlet flower in her hand
She plays with it and puts it behind her ear
She gets up and goes home to her friends, her life and her family.
With a scarlet flower in her hand
She plays with it and puts it behind her ear
She watches the sun heat the stones on the ground
A young girl walks past
She sings her songs
She plans to buy some bread
She's unaware of the joy and sadness, pain and responsibility, love and grief that life will bring her
A young man walks by
He jangles coins in his pocket as he passes
HIs head is full of the future and his heart is full of love for life
It is hoped he will be able to keep his head and his heart when he is older
A woman of middling years wanders by
She has just stepped out from the office
She wants fulfillment in her life
She's wondering if she has it
A man of middling years marches by
He's seeking a bite of lunch
He wants noodles and soup and meat
He wants to know where all the years past have gone to and what the years to come will bring
An old woman hobbles by
She has a bright smile among her wrinkles
She's been searching for many things in her life
In the end, she's decided that perhaps she'll never get them all and that's fine
An old man shufflest past
He's walking after the old woman
He catches up her hands in his
And they laugh to be with one another in old age
The woman now she sits in the open
With a scarlet flower in her hand
She plays with it and puts it behind her ear
She gets up and goes home to her friends, her life and her family.
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Coming back to Life
Floating in the wide, wide, wide ocean
water under my back
moonlight above me
nothing but the sense of the wideness
opportunities
I must
Let go, let go, let go
Jump into the openness
Plunge into the unknown
Take the risks
And embrace the beautiful
and the uncertain
Boundless life stretches far before me
I welcome it with open eyes
I breathe a sigh of relief
Tears of joy and remembrance fill my eyes
I remember all my friends again
I am back, alive.
©all poetry copyrighted by marilyn 2004Floating in the wide, wide, wide ocean
water under my back
moonlight above me
nothing but the sense of the wideness
opportunities
I must
Let go, let go, let go
Jump into the openness
Plunge into the unknown
Take the risks
And embrace the beautiful
and the uncertain
Boundless life stretches far before me
I welcome it with open eyes
I breathe a sigh of relief
Tears of joy and remembrance fill my eyes
I remember all my friends again
I am back, alive.
