I have just returned from a poetry workshop. No judgement, no monkey mind allowed...."Just put it out there to the universe and let it go!" And so here is my meager attempt and I will continue to work at it. I find being a writer is way more difficult than being a writing teacher!
Courage
When our souls
explode
Into a billion
fragments
And tumors load the
bone marrow,
Courageous paths are
found,
Thresholds crossed,
And voices of the
elders
Float through quiet
woods.
We, like the ancient
oaks,
Grow stronger,
Rooting in fertile
soil,
Reaching towards the
light.
When our souls
explode
Voices of the elders
Whisper sage advice
To hold dear
the heartwood.
R.L. June ‘13
The voices of the elders don't always whisper.
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