Young Minds

young minds

What do you see when you 
gaze at me with those 
trusting new eyes?
Who do you believe me to be?
Who do you believe you are to me? 
Or does it even matter?
Perhaps we are both the same entity. 

You have so much to explore 
and discover and learn.
I have so much to share and recount
and unlearn.
We can teach one another 
life lessons
along the way.

We will both grow older
but there is no rush.
You’ll learn to walk, then to run,
then to soar.
I’ll learn to slow down,
and to breathe more deeply.
I’ll learn to notice more details
and to be more appreciative, 
even of the little things.

When you close those 
curious new eyes at night,
where do you think I have gone?
Where do you go 
in that fresh young mind? 
Maybe you are already 
walking, running and soaring.
I’m already slowing down 
and breathing more deeply,
and appreciating life more.
Especially the little things…
like you.

Photo #10 for Blogging U’s Photography 101 course. Subject: mystery.

Accompanied

Often alone, seldom lonely.
My thoughts are with me wherever I go.
They bring creativity, wonder, awe,
memories and wisdom.
And sometimes they bring pain,
sorrow, guilt and fear.
I accept them all, they are what they are.
After all, one can't always be good company.

solitude

Photo #5 for Blogging U’s Photography 101 course. Subject: solitude.

Idle Reward

I did not work to sow the seed,
or plant the plant or weed the weed.
I did not cause the rain to fall,
the sun to shine, the breeze to breeze.

And yet there wasn’t any need
for me to do such wondrous deeds
to bring about this paradise,
of brilliant blooms and lavish leaves.

Does it seem fair that I should be
the recipient of such majesty?
I let nature take its course, and
my reward grew exponentially.

reward

Weekly Photo Challenge: Reward

Forever Love

Assignment #8. Prompt: drawer. Form: ode. Device: apostrophe.

I am cheered to see you again, though it was unexpected.
I had thought the drawer to be empty, 
opening it simply on a whim. 
Recklessly abandoned inside this dark coffin, 
you nonetheless thrived, 
gaining esteem despite my neglect.

Bold colors contrast with your diminutive size. 
A seeming contradiction between flamboyant style
and menial purpose.
I am not swayed by either extreme.
My attraction is not based on appearances, 
and I recognize that your inconsequential demeanor 
belies your true power.

More contradictions:
You await my direction, to do my bidding,
and yet it is you who holds sway
over my very basic capacity to communicate.
And though I value you, I must send you away.
Your potential cannot be realized 
while stuffed in a drawer.

So I'm letting you go with one selfish request:
Please do not return to me,
my “forever” postage stamp.

drawer