Poem – Not to be Dramatic

I wrote this months ago, but given the national legalisation of same-sex marriage, it seems apropos to share now. I’m learning that, as a creative person, sometimes you make something, and you love it and are satisfied with it, but just can’t share it. It’s not that it isn’t ready, but that the environment isn’t ready. And that’s ok. It doesn’t mean that the art isn’t good, it just means that the time isn’t right.

Love?

What do you know of love?

You claim it as your Cornerstone

But have you looked at your foundation?

How can you claim to know love

When you spew death and hell?

All I have to do is say Yes

If you say No I am condemned

You say it is my actions, not me

But you do not see

My actions are part of who I am

My person caused my actions

You say you know love

You say what I know isn’t love

How can you tell me what love is?

Describe it to me

How can you know that isn’t what I feel?

You see an outer image

How can you look at one

And say, that is love?

But look at me and condemn

You say you know love

Are you patient, kind, just?

You want hard answers

I must define myself for eternity

Do you boast?

Is not your claim boastful?

To know the only love

Your list of perceived wrongs

It chokes the Life from me

You claim to see love

But your robe covers your eyes

Your tassels choke your words

You have cut off your own wings

And you claim to know love

Worse still

You claim Love has done this

That love left you torn

Beaten and bruised

You say you are not weighed down

That you are now made free

But how free is it to struggle?

To act without thought

To ride the wind

To speak the Voice of Ages

To love as seems fit

This is Freedom

Morning

I sit on the stoop

Cradling a warm cup in my cold fingers Sunriseedit

Its warmth makes them tingle

A single star pierces the eastern horizon

It hangs in the lightening sky

Defiant of the quickly rising sun

The sky turns princess colored

Clouds of periwinkle and pink

As the world greets the Prince of Day

It sheds its cloak of gray

And dons a robe of gold

The clouds that fell asleep

And drifted to blanket the earth

Turn golden as they awaken

And rise back to the air

Soon the star winks out

No longer able to compete

The color overpowers it

The evening songbirds bid sweet dreams

As the morning birds greet the light

And for a brief and shining moment

Both day and night

Singing at once

Shining at once

At perfect peace and unity

The star passing vigil to the sun

And I sit

For a moment under both watchful eyes

And I sip the warmth from my cup

A creature of both night and day

Evening

In the cool air of a summer ‘eve

I laid in the grass beneath a low branch

And hardly dared take breath

And as the sun hid all her light

I heard the Queen of the Fireflies speak

“Come now, my sisters

Let us dance among the pines

Let us twinkle like starlight

And frolic through the oaks

We will speak to the stars

Sending sparkling messages

Flitting between eager hands

As they try to catch our light

We shall tease them with our beauty

And dance just out of reach

Great fun it is, this game of tag

But careful lest the Gigglers win

And end our game for good

For though they mean well

Captivity is none too kind

To our small and meager glow

So dance away my sister lights

And tease, but do not touch”

So off they flew to begin their game

As the Gigglers came outdoors

With peals of laughter and screams of delight

They ran with small hearts pounding

The chase began

Like none before

A chase worthy of legend

Both Gigglers and Fire

Knowing their parts so well

The one would fly just out of reach

The other with hands outstretched

The green ones lingering just long enough

The hands closing shut with a clap

But fingers pull back

To give joyed eyes a peek

And let wings carry little lights free

Like floating stars in this moonlit air

Like freshborn nymphs on the dew dropped grass

Dance and laugh intertwined

On this joyous and glorious evening

Tag: Poem

Love and Freedom

Of Sunrise and Fireflies