Note: 3 WW is the post beneath this one, just scroll on down if you are hurried….
With the exception of the first poem in this series, I am taking the last line of one poem to begin the next poem. To read them in chronological order, together, as one work, please click on Poetry Tumble in the side bar, under pages. While you are there, read which poet’s line so enthralled me I begged to use it as my starting point. His poem, in its entirety is posted first, with his permission, of course.
Not Me!
Wilt in the face of its environment?
Not that mighty tree!
Not a human like me!
Shrivel in the face of heated words?
Not that mighty man!
Not little old me!
Cower behind locked doors?
Not cowboys or Indians!
Not the fighter I could be!
Hide behind a mommy’s skirt?
Not that blossoming young girl!
Not the me I have become!
Step beneath a father’s shadow?
Not that brave young boy!
Not the fighter inside me!
Lie behind a token smile?
Not the man who always frowns!
Not the me who’s caught off guard!
Shake in my boots as dawn approaches?
Not the sun who rises to light our day!
Not the me who embraces the day!
MeeAugraphie
08/29/07
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2 Comments
(((Marcia))))
Such a powerful mantra. You’ve lifted me up.
Rose
xo
Rose — Love to be told I lifted someone up! As long as it is not followed by, “then dropped me on my butt (or face).”
I really like how positive this was… you could feel the determination.
Amazing, TC, that I can sound so determined in one poem, when I am so easily led away from determination in real life - so many times. I am starting to become what I write sometimes, however. Glad you liked the positive in it.