Grateful Gatherings

Grateful Gatherings

Gather family, gather friends…

We gather to savor culinary delights,

While the grateful heart has its spiritual fill.

I am grateful for comforts,

Both large and small alike.

I am grateful for an airplane’s ability

To shorten distances between here and there.

I am grateful for oceans, as they fill voids

And gaps, both far and near.

I am grateful for my partner;

Who instills in me, beyond love, serenity.

I am grateful for my family;

Scattered as we may be, love holds us in perpetuity.

I am grateful for my friends;

Diverse in life and united by our empathies.

I am grateful for our evolutions;

Our discoveries, and our enlightenments.

I am grateful for our adaptabilities,

To change our  perceptions and our destinies.

All of this and more,

Gathers all – hearth and home –

In my grateful heart, in my grateful soul.

Written by Delaina Miller 11/23/2011

Pain

Pain

Why am I here?

Once my torrid lover,

I thought we were through.

We played with love

And I got burned.

But still I am here.

Woken and disturbed,

Like before:

Heart racing,

Fighting back the tears.

Why are you here?

The scars of our passion

Starting to throb.

The throat’s loss of air,

As if your fingers are still there.

Why are we here?

Just memories of ghosts,

As we are no longer anywhere.

I thought all was forgiven.

But I could not forget,

The cost of our love.

Our affair’s expenditure.

Yesterday’s painful investments,

Today… merely deposits in my creation.

An Introvert's Tengo

An Introvert’s Tango

A dance of lovers and of foe

In the end only emotion knows

Face to face we are neither

The embrace encircles our soul

Our tango is more of the Queer

Neither one wants to lead…

Nor to follow,

Hence the dance of soul begins unclear

Our words lead, our actions follow

The current slow like our undertones

The action quick with uncertainty

This is… an introvert’s tango

One and then another arrastre

Pushing or guiding, not sure who’s has the lead

Our souls move first

Their foundations follow as in poetry

Our heart’s gain awareness in our stance

our fears, wares and of tears bygone…

And how they caused the soul to bend

The soul heals in the art of dance

The lead and follow

Is neither control or Queer

The push and pull

Is neither forced or malo

Just an introvert’s tango

The Soul

Hello Everyone;

So I have started making a play out of a school project I did back in 2007. This is the poem I wrote for the opening. If you want to envision it as I do imagine sitting in a theater the lights have just dimmed to draw everyone's attention to the start.

The theater stays dark as a voice starts...

The Soul

The soul does not know the color of skin

There is no color spectrum of which to be

The soul does not have eyes to judge  

The soul has heart to see…

To feel… to grow…to be

So what to you think? I want it to be short, sweet, to the point, but draws you in all at the same time. But please don't tell me what I want to know, give me your honest brutal opinion. When my dream comes true and KC Rep agrees to run this play you will all be invited to see it. So help me make it an enjoyable experience. 

Thank you!

I love you all,

Delaina

The Fall

The Fall

The once vibrant with life

The once green, open full to catch the sun

The once high, holding up the sky

Now a golden bronze of slumbering death

The tips are curled as if burned

The wind stirs the branches high

The once secured looses hold

A dance of spins and twirls begin

A quick spin slowed to a float

Lift and fall, rock right then left,

Until the fallen comes to rest

lie prone in death, among the rest

Once protector from the sun

Now a blanket for the ground

Even in your death you shelter life

If You Were My Daughter

*Disclaimer This poem is not a reflection of any of the Mothers that may read and follow this blog. Its creation was kindled by a friend's poem and stories I have heard from two friends. Thank you!

If You Were My Daughter

I would have held you close to me

  at every stage of your life…

  if you were my daughter

I would have played show and tell with my love for you

  instead of leaving you to impress me…

  if you were my daughter

I would have made you laugh

  instead of hushing you…

  if you were my daughter

I would have kissed all of scrapes and bruises away

  instead of causing them…

  if you were my daughter

I would have praise all of your achievements

  instead of ignoring your success…

  if you were my daughter

I would have cried with you

  instead of telling you, you deserved it…

  if you were my daughter

I would have nurtured your special spirit…

  instead of envying you

  if you were my daughter

I would have thrown you a freedom party

  instead of blaming you for the divorce…

  if you were my daughter

I would have seen your children as perfect in everyway

  instead of filling your heart with doubt and worry…

  if you were my daughter

I would let you know the pride I feel for you

  instead of making you feel shame…

  if you were my daughter

I would be your great defender

  instead of your infector…

  if you were my daughter

I would have taught you to love yourself

  instead of not…

  if you were my daughter

I would have but I am not your mother

  instead I am no one’s mother…

  I am simply a daughter