Me
My toes, my ankles,
My feet is where they meet.
My knees, my shins
It’s where my walk begins.
My hips, my thighs,
It’s worth a million sighs.
My shoulders, my chest,
It’s where I sing my best.
My neck, my head,
Where all my thoughts imbed.
Daily Plight
The flush of a morning rush, the blood that fills my head.
The scour of a thousand hours, the thoughts that lie unsaid.
The drive to always strive, for a better way to live.
The state that one must wait, to learn how to forgive.
The slight of an empty night, the curse of a song unwound.
The missing of a daily kissing, before that one true love is found.
Add this to myself be true,
So love and joy my life imbue.
i really enjoyed this.
ReplyDeleteGregoire: I'm glad you liked the poems. I don't think I would have written them if I wasn't sick & so focused on what my body was trying to tell me. Seriously, my feet tingling was what incited "Me" :D
ReplyDeleteEmmie: I can't read Chinese, care to translate? :)
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