“A Beautiful Flow” (Poetry)

Sun Pillar“A Beautiful Flow”

She is searching for
a beautiful flow.
Two a.m.
and she feels inspired
even though
she really should be sleeping.

As the mountain creek
flows placidly along
the path
adorned by wildflowers
with purple hues
and soft sweet petals,
so she longs for
hopes
wants
and
can’t help but desire
a beautiful
sweet
harmonious
flow
to her
life.

As the sun
sends its
golden rays
perfectly
down
to the trees,
meadows,
lakes,
rivers,
and inhabitants
of the world
with a pure and cheerful
countenence,
so she wants her
countenence
to be cheerful
even on
her most grumpy days
when life
has beaten
on her
in its
unkindness
and
a plethora
of problems
try to choke her
like the weeds
in that old Scripture story
that always speaks
a warning to her.

The beautiful flow
glimmers in
the distance
and toward
that horizon
she will go.

*Poet’s note:

This is one of my favorite poems that I have written. It was written on March 15, 2013.

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“Shy Girl” and “The Waterfall”: Original Poetry

Shy Girl

The shy girl smiles.

She ponders and does muse

why when it comes to love

she always seems to lose.

 

The shy girl hopes,

but hopes seem so threadbare;

in a tapestry of love

she finds it quite unfair.

 

The shy girl wishes

that things would change.

She is shy of heart and action,

and she is forlorn for a love exchange.

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English: Waterfall near Lepena, Slovenia Slove...

English: Waterfall near Lepena, Slovenia Slovenščina: Slap, Lepena, Slovenija (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The Waterfall

Churning.

Rushing.

Swirling.

Flowing.

Tumultuous

waters

flow down

the rocky

craggy

cliffs

seeking freedom.

Seeking peace.

Seeking release

from the chains that bind her.

 

She would cry

if she wasn’t

already water.

Transparent

and flowing

amidst the

beat of the sun

on her body

and the chirping

of the birds

comforting her with their tender song

in the sweet mountain air

that completely envelops her.

Perhaps

the water

are her

many tears

as they flow

free

and with abandon.

 

Tired of trying.

Tired of bondage.

Tired of who she needs to be.

Tired of the expectations.

 

She just longs to be free.

Pure.

Unrestrained by people’s expectations

of who she needs to be.

She wants to just be herself.

A waterfall flowing,

but now with a new calm strength

that is soothed by the warmth

of unconditional acceptance

from the One who watches over her

and loves her

even when she cannot always accept herself

or love herself.

 

Poet’s noteThis poem explores the internal conflict of the poet amidst expectations in the spheres of her family, work, faith, society, and even herself. 

 

***I have more of my poetry on www.poemhunter.com.  Here is a link to my poet page and poems:

http://www.poemhunter.com/julie-a-smith/

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