3 Simple Poems for the Sunday Muse # 186 hosted this week by the stunningly talented Shay!
Come join us!
The question is not what you look at, but what you
see. ~Henry David Thoreau
Speak,
Things are not always what they seem to be
This world has a way of taking away and gifting what we do
not expect
We hold what we can and take a lifetime learning to let go
when I was a child
mountains looked so far
away
and so did the future
my grandparents’ house was a mansion in my eyes
rooms echoed with my voice
and I felt large like a star
every bad day and mistake was an ocean I could not handle
swimming
expectations
so many expectations
what I should be
how I should behave
but I learned from the men in my life how to be a good man
that may not be what you expected me to say
but things are not always what they seem.
Own,
I have picked flowers from someone else’s garden to place
upon my table
For I had no garden of my own
I built a house from the wood of someone else’s trees for
shelter
For I had no place to call home
I read poems from the lips of someone else’s parting
For I longed to have a voice of my own.
Open,
My eyes are tired of seeing what you cannot
Open eyes cannot see what truly is
Especially when hearts are closed
Shut tight like a prison door
Beauty is everywhere
It is in front of your face
It is written between the lines
Of all the lines one heart must cross
To reach where it was meant to be.
