Beloved

it may grow yet

I am just a girl--
the same girl you are.
Wishing to be brave enough
to stand naked in the sunlight.

I have the same moments
of weakness and courage
though I am not strong enough yet
to stand alone.

We are all part
of the greater One.

Do not think
that your words are not worthy.
Or that your heart
is not as wide as mine.

I lived without a voice once.
I wouldn't wish to live

such a life again.
Some days we are the poet

searching
and some days we are the beloved

found.

 

Author's Note

sometimes words flow from conversations, my many thanks

Reviews

[JohnnyMagrinho]

This poem made me initially think of the transition from childhood into becoming adults, where we go from being innocently confident and unembarrassed about ourselves not only as people but our naked form, to overcompensating later in life where our form and self are far too cringeworthy to ever be judged. Combining that with the overall sense of religious zeal/flavour running throughout the poem, I found myself thinking this could easily be about our need to cover up in the eyes of God.

That original sanctity that our body is holy and not for the eyes of others is rich within this poem as there is talk of devotion to a god and that the readers voice/word is just as worthy as the writer's. I think that adds a bit more depth to the poem if somewhat implicit of the presence of a prophet/messiah within the piece.

I like the author's note as it does shed light on the context on the whole and lets us understand exactly what is going on.

[AK]

One shouldn't stand naked in the sunlight for very long where I come from.
Oddly I have a recurring nightmare where I find myself walking naked through common daily activities and no one except me seems to notice or care. Very disturbing! I don't understand why this particular dream visits me so often.
My bizarre dreams notwithstanding, I feel reassuring and confidence in this piece. I picture you talking with one of your daughters. When the conversation is finished she smiles and gives you a sound hugging, feeling much better about herself.

[Sorry Infamous]

"Some days we are the poet
searching
and some days we are the beloved
found."

That was amazingly put...
you portray your words with a soft grace and a warm beauty. Wonderful to be part of...

[not on my dime]

Damn!!!!! you have expressed inner feelings and shared it, with such soft elegance, which took just a few paragraphs. This is fine poetry. I am learning, can't wait to read more.

Happy Thanksgiving

Tim

[KUFU]

Interesting. I would have loved to hear the converstion...the poem must not do the convo justice...hehe ;-)

[Collect-Eye]

I can feel this stretching me a bit..if that makes sense

[Jibey]

These are profound thoughts... how well you understand that we are always growing and that we learn new things that give us new confidence... though sometimes we become frightened and hold back... But we can hold hands and find comfort and strength

[Ken Simm.]

A flow and a calmness about it that reminds me of a stream across the rocks. Lovely piece.

[Alicante lullaby]

lovely,warm and soothing,a lustrous sheen and a ray of hope,good:)

[Creepy Swine Guy]

This feels like a support post for someone. Perhaps for someone unsure about something ... writing, self .... this feels like "Don't worry! You will grow into this."

[Ed Hart]

you are an ongoing blessing and your gifts are gentle and kind and wise...