Day 9 of my 30 days of poetry (why did I do this again?).
This is a little bit of a cheat...part of this poem is from a poem I wrote a long time ago that I never liked. I like this version of it a little bit better. Also: it's been a day, and I wasn't able to come up with something entirely original tonight. Also, the sermon at church on Sunday was on wishes and dreams, and it's been on my mind to write something on that topic...and the pieces of the old poem fit.
For the dreamers
I want to write the
poem heard round the world.
The poem would
reverberate in your cells
resound in the densest
of forests
create oxygen in the
highest altitudes and
shiver the souls of
imperfect strangers reaching to one another
willing a fullness that
never comes,
creating a hunger only
spirit-seekers can know, but I
am not a poet.
Not a real one.
My words fall short of
cell reverberation and shiver creation
imperfect strangers
turn to me,
but tonight, I tell
them,
I write this poem
for me.
I think poems are lists
of word gifts.
They are wonderous
pictures of letter creations -
I will creation to wash
over me:
beg it to comfort me
like Grandmother's laugh,
reach for words to fill
the emptiness,
strive for gentle mooring
on literary shores,
but my thoughts pin
down words with lightning strikes.
I hold the noose around
my dreams,
tie them tight and lose
the key,
hold my breath and try
to breathe,
I measure courage with
a two-foot yard stick and call it a dream.
I bring myself over
and over to this life
like living
must be another kind of
wishing
and dreaming
is just the only way we
find to breathe.
I want to write the
poem heard round the world.
the poem that would
shake me to my core
resound the depths of
my soul,
crack my silence like
the breaking of dawn,
bring me to my knees
and
raise me to my feet
the vastness of my
future
measured with a
500-foot yard stick
brings me visions of my
100-year old self
aching with love
for all I am and will
become:
my greatest fear
is of what will come
true.
If you end this
beautiful,
hoping,
knowing
afraid,
then this poem is also
for you.
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