it’s why i’m a writer
because life is in balance
a seesaw, tipping
i see life through a lens
that looks for what’s interspersed
as opposites
each sting
has a petal
i can hear what you see
when i am grateful
to be alive
behind the eyes of a thinker
who disappoints, not
because there is a balance
always
and the thought of a dream
behind a barrier
cannot exist unless
you see it
© r.e.l. 10/31/12
Posted for 10/30/12-11/5/12 on Jingle Poetry
a part of me
the one you already know
is already there
yes, me
when you’re not looking, i’m a wave
when you are looking, your choice
made
now listen to an idea
that i’m about to tell you..
watch your body
it’s breathing
it’s reading the river of your mind
© r.e.l. 10.22.12
Posted for 10/30/12-11/5/12 on Jingle Poetry
oh precious soul,
priceless
where are you going?
… speak to me.
with your mysterious vision
your body–its inflections,
its words
you come to depend
that it’s always
listening
fly now into
your life
which drizzles
like the wind, cleansing
© r.e.l. 10/8/12
image by unknown, found on A Taste of Social Media
Posted for 10/30/12-11/5/12 on Jingle Poetry
what would you write to me if you could?
would you say what you feel,
what is real?
would the world spin
to a place
it hasn’t been
for you
for me
so we can understand…
what would you write?
tell me
© r.e.l. 10/3/12
posted for Thursday Poets Rally week 76 10/31/12-11/7/12 on Hyde Park
posted on Medium 3/18/14
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