you will stop
the colors that touch us
never stop to let us know
to stop… to see
all that’s in between
us and them
they know
that if you k n o w them
you will see
you will stop
© r.e.l. 6/19/12
image by s i m s h a
Featured on redbubble’s Vibration in Art and Verse Vavoom
my mystique
it would seem
that as it goes
there is no
color before the storm
we stand together, all good
with wonder
is there another way
that’s right
to shake my mystique?
speak to me now
in the only way
you know how
© r.e.l. 4/8/12
image by simeon schatz photography
Posted to Poetry Picnic 4/8-4/15/12 on Jingle Poetry
half spoken, half heard
i believe you
in every word
there is a silence
and past reminding me
you who have answers… or do you call them reasons…
reasons with questions that ask me do you always speak to me in colors that keep their beauty? through tears in paper that beg to know me?
through words, half spoken, half written, half heard but always known…
like the pages of time
i ask myself now, who am i?
but you know better, so i flip through the pages
to find you, to find me, to find the other half of me..
© r.e.l. 1/12/11
Image of ‘Lost Goddess Diaries: The Truth BE Told’ by AmandaGWright
Featured in Speaking Out on redbubble
Posted for Poetry Potluck week 18 (1/16-1/22/11) Languages, Signs and Symbols on Jingle Poetry
Received The Sunshine Award from Jingle Poetry
colors you keep
colors
of
what could be
but
are not.
they show
on
your face
why aren’t they?
i ask
what keeps you
from
being you?
© r.e.l. 12/19/10
**this post is for Poetry Potluck Week 17 Journey and The Road Ahead (1/9/11-1/15/11) on Jingle Poetry
Received A rose 4 U award from Jingle Poetry
lady with the red pants
I was once called “lady with the red pants” by a strict yoga teacher with whom I’d been practicing yoga for 6 years. She called out to me from across the room with this name to give me a simple instruction. I, an avid student to her class for all those years, surely felt that I deserved more respect than this.
True, it wasn’t exactly her nature to speak to her students and thereby get to know their names. And although I knew this, and never myself attempted to introduce myself or speak to her — ever, in fact — I still felt angry at this label she gave to me. I did know for sure that I was a dedicated yogini, attending regularly to her classes and considered myself a personally powerful person so, at the time I took this comment with a grain of salt. I laughed to myself.
Sometimes I tell this story to others. But just today, I decided that I have given this imagery (and emotion) of that situation in my past too much real estate in my brain! For, the pants themselves tell the story whenever I see them. I never wear them anymore, yet I still keep them. I tell myself that I definitely have to be in the mood to wear them.
It is not just a quick story that these pants tell in my mind. They speak of a sort of humiliation. I ask myself now: is it me who has chosen all this time to continue to let myself be humiliated by leaving the pants in my closet, stacked up with all the other yoga pants?
So, now that I have decided to do something about the pants, I wonder to myself what exactly? Should I drop them in the Goodwill van on my next trip out? Should I give them to my daughter who loves to wear loud colors? Should I have a ceremony and burn them in the fireplace?
Hmm…. First, I have decided to transform them, so to speak, and get some more juice out of them. They are red after all. They are the color of my life force, color of anger, color vitality, color of fire. And, how could I forget, they are the color of love. Maybe Venus (the planet of love) passing through Scorpio (the sign of intense emotions), according to my favorite astrologist, is making me come to terms with this now… I wonder if I should thank my astrologist for lifting this weight off my shoulders (whose name I will leave out of this article, as I’m sure he doesn’t want to be associated with my red pants).
I put the pants on. I am wearing them now to give them the chance to voice their last words to me, channeling through the keys on my computer. They say to me, “go to her class again soon and definitely wear the pants. Only then will you know what to do with them.” Ommmmm
© r.e.l. 9/12/10
