Not a person
But a planet full
Vast in its purple oceans
And many in its moons
Dragging me into your orbit
And drowning me in your
Violet waves
Faith, Health, and Other Musings
May our minds flourish with creation, and may our hands never deny its expression.
Not a person
But a planet full
Vast in its purple oceans
And many in its moons
Dragging me into your orbit
And drowning me in your
Violet waves
My mind
tells to my heart:
“There is nothing left
to draft,
for it’s all been written.”
But, my heart laughs,
“Come to me
when you think
a thought
that hasn’t already
been conceived.”
As an ink pen,
you express yourself
in graceful, flowing strokes,
and I, your parchment,
would let you practice
your cursive
until you mastered
every letter.
(And, between letters,
I lament
that the alphabet
has only 26.)
It seems
contrary to my faculty
to craft poetry
that uplifts
a reader,
rather than
pulling her
deeper into
introspection;
but it is likely
that I’m simply
overthinking it.
So, I’ve created a poem
to raise the reader
to heights of joy:
smooth coffee
dogs
radiant sunsets
good music
snow days
chocolate
captivating books
love notes
sandy beaches
inside jokes
new shoes
budding flowers
What simple things bring you joy?
I edit my work,
but not early
as often
as my work
edits me.