Tonight I am sharing a bit of my own creativity with you. I’ve been doing a lot of writing this week. I’m trying to make it a habit to write for at least a half hour every night. I started on Monday, and the only night I didn’t write was last night. I’ve really felt the creativity coming back, and I’m excited because I haven’t wanted to write for me in such a long time. Anyway, what’s writing for except to be read. I’m not sharing everything I wrote, but here are 4 of the poems that I wrote this week. I hope you enjoy.
This first one has some symbolism to it. My youngest daughter got it REALLY well and caught the double meaning. My oldest daughter, not so much – but both like it. Hope you do, too.
Laid to Rest
Child of mine, I lay thee to rest I wish you, my darling, all of the best You are most precious to me, my dearest And I hold you close to my breast I wish you, my darling all of the best Leave to God all the rest And I hold you close to my breast Begging you to stay at my behest Leave to God all the rest I see that you are in your very best Begging you to stay at my behest I strain to lift you to my chest I see that you are in your very best Child of mine, I lay thee to rest I strain to lift you to my chest You are most precious to me, my dearest©Karen E. Gordon, 5/19/12
I wrote this next one just for fun. I’ve always wanted to fly…
Flying
I often dream of flying High up in the sky Soaring above the universe Everything tiny to my eye High up in the sky I look down at every speck Everything tiny to my eye I take the wind and soar I look down at every speck From my jet stream oh so high I take the wind and soar And leave it all behind From my jet stream oh so high I dip and swirl and spin And leave it all behind Soaring above the universe© Karen E. Gordon, 5/19/12
This next poem was written in response to something my daughter wrote when she was sad. She liked it – I hope you do as well.
Bleeding Heart
Fat tears like drops of blood Fall from my eyes and Splatter on the table Drowning me with pain Fall from my eyes and Fill my soul with your tattered shame Drowning me with pain My heart bleeds for you Fill my soul with your tattered shame Rend my heart into tiny pieces My heart bleeds for you An open wound oozing with pain Rend my heart into tiny pieces That can never be re-sewn An open wound oozing with pain Healing seems impossible.© Karen E. Gordon, May 14, 2012
And last but not least…this one is written to my children:
Dance and Dream
Dance among the flowers Dream among the stars Don the sunbeams in the morning And the moonbeams in the night Dream among the stars Dancing on distant lands And the moonbeams in the night Bloom like flowers in the meadow Dancing on distant lands Discover who you are inside Bloom like flowers in the meadow Your beauty shining from the inside out Discover who you are inside Don’t let anyone tell you who you are Your beauty shining from the inside out You’re more precious than you’ve ever hoped to be.© Karen E. Gordon, May 14, 2012
Well, that’s all for tonight. I’m sure I’ll be back again soon. So…
Until Next Time,
Kindred Spirits 