a blister, a blossom
caught in a toss-up of floundering somdays and what-ifs and sighs should she be sheepishly slipping through time lapses waiting for someone to see her through unglazed eyes? leap, they say, dare, why not try, take a chance don't let a daunting debacle derail you! have faith, they say, answer your innermost divas who cling to your apron strings yearning for glory for knowledge of simple abundance of pleasure of all that is promised within dreaming hopers "do it" life whispers, on breath laced with pearls of unlimitless guidance from somewhere without. or within.... okay, i will. she says. ®Emily Nielsen, 2014
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November is white-blue speckled with brown-rust,
The sun a bold and fuzzy white eye glaring luridly on scabbed brown squares of frosted earth Brittle leaves break quickly from bare scaly branches and gather in windblown heaps among the limp garden beds The leaves, crimson and sunshine, are cycling down through the crisp air and landing lightly and without a thought, and in the crisp calm clarity of the season I allow myself to let go of those things that no longer serve me. With the support of the muted light of the sun and the hushed earth below the leaves' blanket, I release the thoughts that dampen my spirit. I gently let go of the people whose presence does not bring me comfort. I allow the hanging anxiety to disperse. These things can be released like the dry leaves from the ever-sturdy branches that continually reach for light and warmth. I welcome release, peace, and a safe space to enter into a season of darkness, knowing the lightness of letting go is nourishing for the positive growth of my soul. Octoberby Emily Nielsen 2nd place winner, 2015 Idaho Writers Guild Literary Contest, Poetry A breath like a crinkle
caught in a breeze like Winter's flirty sigh The sky still clings to blue, though my sweater beckons. Leaves, extraordinary in their bleeding hues weave concentric blankets of yellow and ash, warmth and shadow around the silent trunks of trees like so many petrified ghosts. October. You shiver in my heightened senses Your peculiar mix of nostalgia and renewal creeping into my collar and nudging like a nibble between my shoulder blades. October. Warm colors in frigid light Early morning begging for one more hour of sleep. Spirit steps lightly Deep earth exhalations rub ridges from the soles of my feet. Directionless but guided I am found in silence grateful Step by step unveiling wisdom Heart stones breaking open Full of ancient companions; the space alive revealing breaths from warriors, mothers' sighs, introspective ghosts who urge, "Go on." - Upcountry Maui, March 2015 |
by Emily Nielsen"I am determined to be cheerful and happy in whatever situation I may find myself. For I have learned that the greater part of our misery or unhappiness is determined not by our circumstance but by our disposition." All posts are copyright ©Emily Nielsen
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