June 15
IN THE MEADOW
Being the only tree in the meadow often leaves me feeling
lonely. I tell myself of the camaraderie
I imagine in the forest. These images
are more poetic than real. I believe in
community and support; I think of the woods as this place apart from the
complications of my exposed life. I
shrug off the very real competition and struggle from sharing every inch of
root space and the search for each square of sunlight. There is much joy in being an
individual. An eco-system of diversity
allows me to fully develop. I can spread
my branches and my roots. I can offer
shelter to those in need of my reaching and my shadow; tender flowers and tired
birds find me a haven. I have unique
abilities in this field. Space can feel
lonely but it is full of possibilities.
Press up against
your iron will.
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Poe-etiquette
Cosmic questions cross the sky,
I wonder but don’t ask why
I pitch the tent, but don’t stay the night
I borrow money and don’t pay the rent
I sooth myself but can’t be content
I earn my keep though it is all been spent
The real true meanings are pushed away,
Has ready tragedy come to stay
Forever darkness, no more light of day
Cheerful greeting left to lay
All the poets bring their knives
For blood letting’s become their prize
Here I sit and tend the boat
Rocking dingy out to moor
I play the Raven, black and poor
I dare not speak it but in my mind sing
“Never more”
You are reading selections from Sober on the Way to Sane
and More Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault
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