| SPIRIT
By Starema © 1-14-05 Spirit Such a word So many ways to define But to me I see spirit As the essence of me My very being My soul, my true me And also that sprite Hidden neatly away That comes out Way too rarely to play Spirit My light My aura That shines in colors Screaming my emotions And of my life Yes, spirit is my essence My very being And it is also The way I live my life Good spirits It is from my spirit Where I dig deep And find courage And determination As well as my humor And my strength Spirit A word with many meanings But more so What makes me, me |
| EYES, MY EYES
© 2-14-03 EYES Eyes, My eyes, Ever-changing Hazel eyes, Delightful eyes, From Hazel to blue, To golden green, A change upon my Clothing worn, decreed. Eyes twinkling With wonder and awe, Eyes sparkling With delight of all nature. Always ready to see beauty In the humblest of things, The ugliest of things, In people, the good, Never, ever the bad. Eyes that see within, Deep into the spirit. All are beautiful, All need my love. Eyes searching Every cloud for pictures. Eyes childlike, Smile wide and naïve. Speaks of sunshine, desire, Dreams, and glory. My son sees me as a child, So open to G-d, so loving Without reserve, so innocent And naïve even though, I have Lived a rough life. He paints me happy and bubbly. He paints me carefree. He paints me unreal. I am happy with the simplest Of gifts and thrilled with pleasures Profound and simplistic. A candle or Christmas ornament Brings twinkles to my eyes. He sees me with awe, Admiration, surprise And respect. A hug in front Of his peers even in high school He did not regret. He paraded me at his theater shows, And in the back, we would pray Even in front of the other performers And surprised was he when they would join. He can’t deny his mother is a child in G-d. He accepts me no matter what I do. |
| IMAGINATION
Sweet workings of the mind Fantasy and dreams dance around My mind wanders away from reality Imagining the words upon a page Visualizing beauty, feelings, expressions Touches, glances, words, emotions Two dimensional words come alive Prance in front of me in 3D A child’s imagination not lost But controlled and reigned in To dance upon a page for you Do you have a glimpse of my mind? My imagination? My heart? My soul? Imagination, my daily dance By Linda Carol Schackner © 10-20-03 |