Beneath vulnerability,
a piccolo, a sprite –
a tiny being with might,
a heart that shines,
radiance unsurpassed
One must dig past
brambles and spikes,
peel back wall of dislikes –
essence dwells in a den,
like buried treasure.
(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own)
Trust, as if
trust is not an issue
Let curiosity lead –
hunger for learning
See the world as undefined –
focus soft.
(Amaya is hosting in the dVerse pub tonight, encouraging us think about “the secret ingredient”. I am also linking this poem to Willow Poetry’s: What Do You See? Image provided by Willow Poetry.)
All I need is a pair of pink boots,
the audacity to wear my hair
as if no one is looking,
the nonchalance to wear skirts
even on the days I plan to climb,
to adopt a no-limits, thumbs-up
attitude and smile triumphant
as if my world is a bubble
of contentment, needs met,
and no worries about
tomorrow – then I’d be
on top of the world.
One Woman's Quest 