Tag Archives: reflecting

All in It

Sometimes
I only hear a whisper
compelling me to
listen closer
so I can
write the words sent me.

Times when
the sun shines brightly
lighting the full breadth
of a cool spring day,
and my heart
still swells and drags
under the weight
of my burdens.

Today the words say,
As does the brightest day’s
shimmering glow
pass into night,
so should you
own your heavy time.
Respect the burden
and know
its season comes to
relatively naught
but a day.

© 2010 Shari Lynne Smothers

Hope for Plain Sailing

Relationships and occupations
death in the family
and other amputations
weddings and grocery shopping.
Life offers up bumps and twists
at every stage we travel through.
Racism, sexism,
just I-don’t-want-to-know-you.
Chest pain, stomach ache, swine flu,
and better and worse are the
land mines we negotiate trying
to keep our souls in tact.

Endings, standings,
delivering come-uppings,
births and christenings.
Finding acceptance.
Hugging a bigot or keeping your distance.
Successful surgeries, bed rest
meditation and medications
that pull us from the edge
bringing us back for more of this.

It’s all part of the journey.
To each of us our portions of
crazy and volatile with
a measure of calm mixed in.
Plain sailing then is
a matter of perception
and depends on
what gumption we bring
to each situation.

© 2010 Shari Lynne Smothers

This poem is for the napowrimo prompt #24, find a phrase Visit the post to see the details of this prompt. “Plain sailing” caught and kept my attention.

Long Walks

Proposition:
Walk on safari
carrying camera gear
my only help
a telescoping monopod.

Trepidation:
The probability of
halting pain in my hip
seven years repaired
only not tested to
any great extent.

Pressure:
Failing to keep up
means
shortening the walk
for all eight of us
in the party.

Stake:
I won’t return soon
to Kruger National Park
from my hometown
New Orleans, Louisiana;
don’t want to miss my chance.

Outcome:
I made it through
completed the trek.
Now I face long walks
from the perspective of
I can!

©2009 Shari Lynne Smothers