a work in progress: self-portrait

 

i didn't know it then 

but youth was quicksilver in time-

i still talk to my young self

who is self-conscious, rebellious 

& anxious, as if carrying the world atlas

on empty pockets 

in the mirror

my forehead is now furrowed like my dad 

my hands are wrinkled like my mom

i am aging into their likeness 

though i am also drawing my own portrait

the young girl is still here

curious & resilient with the tides of

work & technology

every day is a day of rising to bloom,

not being a thunderstorm or lightning 

in a bottle, but to be

someone who is (still) finding her voice

between her ambitous knuckles & mushy heart,

striving to merge her excel left brain with her artsy right side

with gratitude, she has

made a house to her own liking

in the wall, she writes a note:

your self-worth is not in your inbox

you are where the light rests

against the winter darkness, it is where your children

find you, serene as seagrass

neatly folding laundry at the end of the day

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Poetics - Resolving to Resolve, hosted by Punam.

I have used 2 themes/advice for my post:   Your self-worth is not in your inbox.  

At the end of each day fold your clothes and put them away, no matter how tired you are.

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Self-portrait

Underneath
mother's worry lines
woman's dry skin

I feel girl's thumping heart
A work in progress,
still learning power of words
and fruits of imagination

My canvas:
deep roots beside moving tides
above white-cotton clouds
& tropical sun
licking the lake water 
with gusto

Me at the Scarborough Bluffs Marina over the long weekend

(My hubby thinks I'm a mermaid with legs)

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Quadrille - 44 word post, Hosted by Lillian.  We are asked to write a self-portrait.

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My philosophy of thoughts

Artist:   James R. Eads

I carefully tuck in a box
the heirlooms of my grandmother
& mother:
South sea pearl brooch
& words of wisdom:  
Invest in education,
& work hard

Moon is a pied piper, calling dreams awake & follow his music.

I believe in positive thoughts
& attracting enriching events
& life-embracing experiences
while accepting my fears
& disappointments

My hands are potter's hands, shaping clay to cups, cups to pots, pots to urns.       

I am mindful of my thoughts
where they drift
like fallen autumn leaves
where they pool & sink
on dead end street
where they echo & resound 
the future that is yet to be

Black raven swoops her hungry claws on dead baby bird, balled white as pearl.  


Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - What is your philosophy?  

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What I found after more than halfway on my journey

Artist:  Cecilia Levy

I love the tropical sun on my arms,
ice-cream & walking to be alone with my thoughts-

Restless water under the bridge folds & refolds the face of the moon.

I line up the words in my head, neatly stacked-

Catapult, sting, deadly intentions- which one will jump first off the wall?    

I am a needle, finding my thread & safety hooks 
      & beads of blessings

Cup is half-full, awaiting for this girl's heart, to turn it upside down.  

But look closer, I am a thread unfurling 
      I am a sapling rising, fingers wet with summer rain -

      


My Word List:   sun, ice-cream, bridge, cup is half-full, words,  rain

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub -  Sharing a bit of myself ~ Thanks to Marina for hosting ~

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