This blog doesn't see the creative work I do daily anymore. Not because I don't do it, but because my priority is simply doing the work. I like it more as a place to post poetry of mine that won't see the light of day any other way.
But that doesn't mean I'm not writing, or that I feel any less inspired....or any less in love.
Here's an example...
Rise From My Knees
Many things I'd dreamed
But could never believe
And more I'd wished for
But never received
I was taught I just need
More time on my knees
Many things I did see
In moments between
Real smiles and dark skies
Campfires and high seas
I watched the dirt bleed
From time on my knees
The clouds would recede
I scattered my seeds
Sometimes I'd recline
And try to believe
I watched as the weeds
Grew high 'round my knees
I saw bitterness breed
As hope fled the scene
So blinded by cries
I'd hide behind trees
And question that creed
Of more time on my knees
I tried to break free
I searched for the key
I fought all the pitchforks
Ignored were my pleas
No day left to seize
I fell to my knees
Then one night I see
Your eyes through the heat
You fly me up high
And we cry on your seat
A truth on the breeze
Sees me rise from my knees
Now time doesn't squeeze
The life from our dreams
Or tie up our insides
With lies and deceit
We have all we need
And now we believe
This love never dies
Despite fires or seas
No trials come between
Our cuddling regime
Our time spent aligning
Our eyes and our feet
Our hearts and their beats
Our birds and our bees
We'll fly beyond time
Not die on our knees