Featherweight

We spend our winters building hardened resistance 
Through the routine of shoulder hunching and thickening blood 
As gradually the filtered light that shifts
Across wood panels and kitchen tiles
Lingers into longer hours.
 
Without cognizance, we let fall
Our experiences, as a dog
Sheds its winter coat
Throughout
Each houseroom.
 
Leaving our
Convictions as paper scraps to be
Swept up with toast crumbs –
and our tear drops
for mopping.
 
Never knowing the
Featherweight
Of our skin
Until it is.
 
And we stand
Pondering
The swiftness of
Transformation.

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This poem was written for the dVerse prompt given by Lillian on Tuesday to write a poem containing a form of the word shed. https://dversepoets.com/2019/01/22/shed-some-light-on-this-today/

I Want to Be a Poet.

I want to be a poet and a painter
A writer and a dancer
 
I want to capture the world as I see it
And dissect it to be examined
 
I want to empty my mind
With the light and dark of the world
 
And spend my days beneath broad leaves
Or even bare branches
 
The roots of trees hugging me
Without ever touching me
 
Pulling me in through the dirt
As I remain on top soil
 
Though I am not a plant
I would be lucky to be so green
And growing towards the sun

Happy New Year everyone! For the first year in a while, I don’t have any concrete resolutions this January first. What I do have is this: a new year with new thoughts, new energy, new longings.