The new theme for my life, I have decided, is breaking free. Breaking free of rigid restrictions I set upon myself. Breaking free of old tapes that replay messages that no longer serve a purpose in my growth. Breaking free of the box I put myself into in order to avoid living and feeling. Breaking free of fear. And breaking free of secrets.
Today I decided to break free of this idea that I can only post once a day. I notice that us poets sometimes need to post more. It’s our hearts, I gather, exploding with passion and angst, and this surging creativity that seemingly is rebirthed daily.
Sometimes I wait until the magic hour of midnight to post; just so I can post twice in a day, but I don’t really count that as posting twice. Turns out I’m about twelve days ahead of myself…my blog is living in the future. And I kind of wonder how I will catch up. Wonder what Sam is doing ahead of me.
I’m quite tired of living by structure and rules, especially my own. Tired of routine, expectations, and people-pleasing. Realizing I want to please myself—to honor my desires, wants, and dreams. And thusly, I’m posting again. And breaking free.
Mountain morning dove
Set upon the pearly staircase
Wrapped within the valley blue
Draped in lace and contemplation
The white of one split two
The nightingale’s beckon
Stronger than the cry of river falls
Lighter than the foe of painter’s black
The vibration of symphony devoured
Within the deepest depths
Rebirthed as starlit sky
Beyond the endless cage
Scooped longingly within engulfing embrace
A blended sweetness
To soar within
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My ten-year-old son just handed me this sweet story he wrote.
Turtle loved to play with his buddy fish. But one day a stranger came up to them while they were playing splash. “Hi. My name is Bunny can I play, too?”
“Yea. You can play.”
They were all playing but when they started to play under the water hide-and-go-seek, Bunny couldn’t breathe. Bunny asked if he could play another game.
“Can we play a different game?” he asked.
“No. We can’t. We like to play this game.”
Bunny came home that day very sad. His mom asked what was the matter. “Well, I was playing with some kids and they were playing a game I can’t play. So I asked it we could play a different game and they said, ‘no.’”
“Well, that wasn’t the nice thing to do,” his mom said.
“What’s nice, Mommy?”
“Well nice is being kind and caring and being polite.”
“Oh. Okay, But what do I do about it?”
“Find new friends that are nice to you. Okay?”
The next morning the bunny was hopping around and found the squirrel. “Hi. Want to play?”
“Yes. Let’s play!”
And they did, all day long.
When bunny got home, he was so happy.
His mom asked him, “Where were you?”
“Playing with squirrel!”
“Great. You found a new friend.”
“Yes. And he’s cool. Thank you, Mom.”
~ Robert C 2012
Thanks for being my new friend and being so flippin cool ~ Sam