poetry – Page 2 – Wendy LeBolt

We play who we are

If endurance is your game, how long do you wait?

The motion of the sea stays with me. Maybe it’s trying to tell me something.

Again and again, these four words turn me around, stand me back from the edge and set me upright once again.

I’m tired of being the air traffic controller of my life

Hardship and struggle rewarded with surprising beauty. Oh, how nature does teach us…

The S-L-O-W breath is not anxious or hurried. Its journey is resolute, measured, sublime, destined. How overlooked. How magnificent. How perfect.

Pretty predictable, the 60 year old me. I wonder what that means about what I will be.

True beauty knows it is beautiful, seen or unseen. It’s made for this.

What is it about poetry that gets to us? that speaks to us? that opens our unhearing ears and unseeing eyes?

Love opens: such simple words, uttered in a world where too many doors are slamming shut.