Poem #5: To My Sister

  12 years old, and your long, thin legs kick up in the air,

Cartwheeling over the grass,

The long lines of your body seem to be continually reaching towards the sky.

Oh, how I hope you will always be reaching up...

The world will try to say you aren’t beautiful...but what do they know?

Your beauty goes deeper than an ocean, more enchanting than the pearl found at the bottom.

Your eyes are as blue as pieces of the sky you are reaching for and your hands are creators, creators of all sorts of wonderful things.

Never forget that you hold the key to joy inside of you. Never forget that you can create reality from the gossamer web of  your dreams.

Fly, darling girl, fly away and show the world the beauty that you are.

Poem #4: An Invitation

Enter

a lovely house,

with walls built of paper,

furnished with ink to tell a tale,

a book.

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Poem #3: The Nectarine Tree

 A pink crescent moon in an indigo sky,

was my ceiling that night, though I didn't ask why,

Simply breathed it all in, feeling strangely content,

as I plucked fruit from a tree that was broken and bent.

We worked in the dark, til a floodlight turned on,

illuminating the scene, spilling light on the lawn,

In that strange brilliant glow I grabbed fistfuls of fruit, 

trying hard to relieve the poor tree of it's loot,

Tired and worn, her branches drooped to the ground,

unable to carry even one more pound,

In her shame there was beauty, with her graceful green leaves, 

Gently framing her branches, like a gown with fine sleeves,

The nectarines she grew were hard and small,

but their deep royal colour was not ugly at all.

The scene had great beauty, a part of me knew, 

It felt like a secret, no one else had a clue.

But pink crescent moons in an indigo sky, don't happen too often, and I will not ask why,

I'll simply take what I'm given, but won't ask for more,

else I become like the fruit tree, hurt by the beauty she bore

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Poem #2: Chocolate

I need

Bittersweet, decadent

To inhale it’s scent, bite into the taste, let it melt my senses

My soul reaches out for the thing that it craves, the sweet dark richness,

To breathe, bite, taste,

Smooth and luscious,

 Darkest of dark chocolate.

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Poem #1 New Day

The earth is quiet as I wake

She holds all her songs upon her tongue

She’s waited through the long cold night

To watch the silent dawn.

A new day comes with gentle calm

No grand announcement marks her birth

But all below immersed in light

Baptized in the newness of a rising sun.

My soul in awe tiptoes before

The way the dawn makes all look strange

And fresh

and brilliant

and full of magic scattered through

the day.

My soul has been re- born again

Splashed clean in the earliest rays of day.

I’m glad I woke. I’m glad I paused.

To watch the silent dawn.

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July Wrap-Up

    Favorite part: Girl's Camp was a ton of fun, and a very bittersweet experience since it was my last year, and my sister's first. Lots of memories from that week that I will treasure for a long time :)
    Reading: I just finished an excellent book. Between Friends by Debbie Macomber. It was written in a really unique way, and it had great depth to the characters and relationships. A really beautiful story about life, love and friendship that became one of my favorites after I read it in one day, haha.
    Listening to: Still mostly Regina and Ingrid Michaelson :)
    Learning: That my attitude creates my reality and I don't need to be dependent on anyone but myself and God for a knowledge of my worth and strength.
    Thinking about: Plans for the future and getting ready for the upcoming school year.
    Doing: Spending time with friends, reading, writing, still trying to get a job, watching lots of Aspyn + Parker vlogs (sort of a guilty pleasure), yoga, and wearing the same pair of shorts almost every day.
   Next month: A family camping trip, less time on social media, my first poetry marathon (!!!) and starting school!

A Poem of 100 Years

       A memory holds magic, like a mirror where I see

Scenes from a different place and time, shadows of former me

I bottle them in boxes, I pickle them in jars

I label them with sunshine and bits of discarded stars

And each one is so precious, be it full of light or dark,

For thinking of these memories reminds me of my mark,

In all my years of living, even moments long forgot,

I’ve left a legacy of truth that cannot be bought.

The stories that I told, the flowers that I grew

Each childlike heart I touched, each time I breathed anew,

Though I’m not proud of every moment, I choose to see instead,

The peace of my warm bed at night, the smiling mouths I fed,

I hope that when my body’s turned into a speck of light above,

The thing I’ll be remembered for is all the times I loved.