muse. stress Stressed. Stressing. Stress. Stressed My patience is being tested – Being spread thin. Stressing My self-esteem is undressing – Exposing all my insecurities. Stress I just need to rest – Sleeping to quiet my mind.
usf student poetry
sanctuary love radiates through the soil beneath my thighs and grace surrounds me in goldenrods. contentment envelops me in cat tails while wonder awaits in the redtail hawk. sweetness resides in the soft touch of indian grass through my fingers and freedom blooms in the dispersal of milkweed seeds from my palms white pelicans soar across my migrating mind, bringing my soul back into communion as humility unfolds with the fragile wings of an asian beetle. speaking seems sinful, for my feet are on sacred ground. i walk and listen through the swaying bluestem and falling cottonwood leaves and hear a whisper that says “you were made for me.”
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wake up
When will this stress end? Hush… The noise of the world The chaos of life The chatter of conflict …hush Take a deep breath. You’ll manage it. Let it all go.
mjp
sunshine I start to walk till I can’t breathe The wind feels good upon my cheeks The grass is green and full of bugs I look up at the clouds above It starts to rain and makes us wet My shoes all soaked, my hair a mess I look to you and see your face It puts the sunshine back in place.
b
from “retail therapy” You fill your mind with things then complain about the clutter.
s.m.s
I wake up again in the same bed, in the same room hair sticking up and bad breath just another day pouring the coffee beans the neighbors silently protest as the grinder starts the kettle whistles her shrill song until I give the attention she needs. the gentle pour begins over my favorite clay mug drip, drip, drip wispy swirls of steam rise rummaging through my backpack I grab my bible, I sit down take a sip breathe deep the well worn pages flip to their resting place I wake up again
cgl to submit a poem, email greta.smith@usiouxfalls.edu
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