I love to write poetry in my spare time. I have not written anything for awhile but I am back now and ready to be the best I can be. A lot has happened to me since I last posted anything on this site. I am the mother of 4 wonderful children ages 20, 19, 8, and 3 months. Some of you might ask yourselves if I am crazy and the answer is NO. I love my children and am so blessed that the good Lord has given me such wonderful blessings. My hero is my son who is currently serving in Iraq. The poem The Invitation has given me great insight into life and I hope it does the same for someone else.
The Invitation
It doesn't interest me what you do for a living, I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.
It doesn't interest me how old you are, I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon... I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed, from fear of further pain.
I want to know if you can sit with pain mine or your own without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself. If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul. If you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see Beauty even when it is not pretty every day. And if you can source your own life from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, "Yes!!"
It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after a night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone and do what needs to be done to feed the children.
It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.
The Invitation
It doesn't interest me what you do for a living, I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.
It doesn't interest me how old you are, I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon... I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed, from fear of further pain.
I want to know if you can sit with pain mine or your own without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself. If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul. If you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see Beauty even when it is not pretty every day. And if you can source your own life from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, "Yes!!"
It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after a night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone and do what needs to be done to feed the children.
It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.
- Last seen on Nov 6 6:20 PM. Member since May 11, 2005.
- I'm a carnelian hope poet for 101 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "Blessed".
- I am a 39 year old girl from Pennsylvania (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm doing homecare.
- Visit my homepage at www.thestarlitecafe.com/poets/heart_n_soul
- I have 101 comments, 60 poems, 4 stories
My Poetry
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I want to be his everything
To always be the reason why -
Red velvet, trickling slowly down
orgasmic sensations to the skin
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The love I've dreamed of forever
The one I've desired as my wife.
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We were supposed to touch the stars
Forever walk together in the sun
My Stories
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1446 lines, April 1, 2007. In 600-2000 words, Adult
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929 lines, April 1, 2007. In 600-2000 words, Adult
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