Poem: Freedom

is it the only path

to walk

and see what

you see,

burdened by your

sins

and judgments

 

or could I venture

on my own,

even if it is a lonely

pilgrimage,

or if I read the wrong

book

and meet

 

the wrong people,

lost souls who don’t

bare the cross or

the star or the hammer

and sickle or the crescent

moon

 

perhaps I’ll find my way,

a misguided dreamer

taking a road of less shame,

feet and hands unbound,

a journey without all those

harsh rules.

 

©️mft

Poem: With Each Pose


I come to the mat humble, born into this life with a single heartbeat.

Legs folded, palms facing up, clarity comes to me when I am open to receive.

Wisdom and knowledge I seek
with each wave of movement, in each new but familiar pose.

Standing straight or on one leg, I reach for the sky,
and smile in the face of discomfort.

The closer I move toward balance,
the more I feel united by the spirit of my internal life.

Some days I float effortlessly with strength in my hands,
other times I lean back to stabilize and restore.

I close my eyes to the rest of the world and listen to the soothing sounds of the ocean’s breath.

 

 

Crow Friday: Waxy Buildup

Also posted in Poetry Passion.

Don’t flush, don’t drain

my ears, Doc

then I’ll be able to hear.

I’ll hear all the chatter

in the coffee house

and won’t enjoy

my Americano in quiet.

I’ll hear the sound

of my neighbor’s stereo

or the rooster crowing

before I’m ready to wake up.

It’s better that I don’t know

what Trump is doing next

or what Bill Maher has to say

about all this political bullshit.

Don’t drain my ears, Doc.

I don’t need a hearing aid, either.

Let the wax in my ear canal build up.

I’m perfectly fine

living my life in the dark.

©️mft