Moving Day ... a poem

Moving Day

Packed up all my bags

Boxed up all my belongings

Started to take old keepsakes

but stopped as I recalled the memories:

I can't take the heartache

I must leave the lies

I gotta trash time wasted

and donate indecision

I kicked fear to the curb

as the movers arrived--

the professionals, the friends, the wise ones who have moved on before--

and they helped me carefully carry only the things that mattered

I've found a new home--

The rooms are filled with peace

Contentment's in the carpet

Happiness is in the hardwood

Laughter's in the hallways, the yard

Courage is its curb appeal

I won't put old wine in new wineskins

Only the best Pinot Noir and Chardonnay

I'm on my way to restoration

It's on the other side of moving day.

-cdw-

1/18/16

Heart of Stone... a poem

Heart of Stone

Our love

was fossilized coral.

You found it covered

beneath Jamaican sands on a beach

across the sea

a holey, hidden, heart-shaped symbol.

You thought it was a rock

a refuge -- steady, sturdy, stable

but it was pierced and punctured

malformed and manhandled by the waves

a stone of lifeless remains.

Holding our love in the palm
of my warm, living hand

it was cold, hard 

like stone, ridged and lumpy

appearing firm but so fragile.

Formed and molded

but not at all stylized

the coral was unique to only us.

Potentially pure 

but tainted an ashy white--

chalky traces of the past.

The color is gone.

The memories... set in stone.

~cdw~

09/11/13

revolving door... a poem

revolving door

my emotions are clear glass
push my door 
I'll take you for a ride
slow and steady
not automatic

hands pressed, you're in control
leaving fingerprints
smudges of your words
we go 'round and 'round
you let no one else enter

I stopped to let you in
I tried to keep us moving
you slipped right out, mid-spin
I'm left to pirouette alone
until you decide to slide
back in again.

I just keep spinning.

~cdw
1/11/13

Apple Tree ... a poem (Part 2 of The Detox Trilogy)

Apple Tree
(part 2 of The Detox Trilogy)

high, high atop the apple tree

my juicy fruit swings
alone and untouched
Twenty feet tall
out of easy arm's reach
You've got to flex and stretch
if you want to grab hold of me

I didn't place myself high
God pulled me up
I just reached for the sky
I leaped toward my dreams
and lifted weights so I could climb
tall trees and rocky mountainsides
I thought fulfilling me
would indirectly attract the young 

and hungry herbivores
out to rule their world

But surprisingly, it seems
my height, smooth and shiny skin,
body - heart shaped and sweet -
Mind and Spirit, too
are just that intimidating to you

It's hard for me to believe.
I'm just a lone, seedy apple
germinating the ground
bearing some fruit
trying to reap what I sow
on a branch high, high up in a tree
Buffing out my blemishes
Working on my shine
Ripe for the picking
Reflecting the sun off my skin
Capturing the moon in my eyes
and waiting patiently
for someone hungry and determined enough
to desire me.

~cdw~