You are beautiful
Like the glimmer of starlight
Even in your loss
You search for prairie flowers
In the middle of the wild seas
Your hair a mess
Tangled in the rocky sands of misery
with blue eyes wandering beyond the horizon that we know
Making my heart ponder what is free and what is truly broken
Now you are anchored in a heartache
continents from where you were meant to be
unyielding to the sting
of every memory
you hold on tight
unable to let go
as caged as a canary
that knows all he can surely know.
I don’t want to be the boat
I long to be the sea
Touching land from end to end
A reach as vast as grains of sand
I don’t want to be the anchor
I long to be the sail
Riding winds like wings true journey
Above the dangers of dry land
I don’t want to be the bird
I long to be the sky
Touching the heavens and reaching stars
An endless bounty of openness
I don’t want to be the child
I long to be the mother
Witnessing future's gleaming smile
Holding eternity within my arms
freedom's truest embrace.
Come join us over at the Sunday Muse for Muse #167. We would love to see you there!
Yeah, I'm with you, I want to be the mother, not the child. Goddess knows how I turned out to be a good one--not by example, for sure.
ReplyDeleteSometimes we learn from bad example what not to be. I am certain that made you be all you wish you had known. Your loss was your son's blessing. 💙
DeleteAnd Zacky's! Thanks, friend. You are too kind.
DeleteYes and sweet Zacky too! 💕
DeleteI really enjoy your expansive view as it encompasses all. I read somewhere, "If you can dream it, you can do it."
ReplyDeleteI am glad you enjoyed it Lisa. Thank you for stopping by. 🌻
DeleteThe two contrasts carried me from claustrophobic to blown wide open. Wow! Well written Carrie.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Rob!
DeleteSo many visuals in this one. Both the segments pour out many images. This line is a gospel truth "Making my heart ponder what is free and what is truly broken" An amazing poem, Carrie.
ReplyDeleteThank you Sunita!
DeleteI love how you construct such paradoxical beauty and optimism in the first part -"Making my heart ponder what is free and what is truly broken" and the second one has the poet yanking at the anchor for something vast as water, wind and sky - and a mother's love
ReplyDeleteI am so glad you liked then Laura!!
Delete" I long to be the sail" is surely the cry of this beached vessel - as well as every aspiring poet under the sun! :-) Two enjoyable offering take wing here!
ReplyDeleteLuv both poem responses. The first one i kind of like better. Luv this phrase
ReplyDelete"anchored in a heartache"
Happy Sunday
Much💜love
Thank you Gillena and happy Sunday to you as well!
DeleteThese lifted me on a flood tide of wonder. Heartbreaking and then restorative.
ReplyDeleteAwwww thank you my friend!
DeleteSo beautiful, Carrie...........I love that longing to be the sky.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Sherry!
DeleteTwo poems, beautifully crafted ... a wonderful gift on this day of celebration ~~ Our Independence.
ReplyDeleteWhy thank you Helen for your sweet appreciation! Happy 4th to you and yours. 🎉
Delete"anchored in a heartache" - perfect!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Qbit!
ReplyDeleteThese were nice, Carrie. I wouldn't want to be in that boat either. A more zippy one would make it better.
ReplyDeleteThanks for hosting, you do good.
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the first carries ineffable sadness, while the second soars with imagination ~
ReplyDeleteMother, I say, not daughter. "Now you are anchored in a heartache".
ReplyDeleteWonderful visions, Carrie!
I favor the first one, especially this:
ReplyDelete“Even in your loss
You search for prairie flowers”