Poetry…

I was just writing an email to someone and realized that I really want to post some of these poems that have been oozing out of me for the last couple weeks. So, here they are.

One of them actually has something to do with today’s earlier blog- it’s called “Remember.” The others are commentary on my personal process as I’ve let go, more and more, of my pride and protection around my current state of affairs. There is such beauty in surrender….

I hope you enjoy- my gift to you.
Love and blessings,
Erin

Remember

Dear Mr. President,
I can only imagine
How difficult
It must be to be
In your position

Pressure from the right

Pressure from the left

Constant
Criticism
Need
Questioning
Doubt
Expectation

I can only imagine

And I want to say
Only one word.

Remember.
Remember.
Remember.

More important

Something has shifted
in realizing – no remembering –
I am a poet.
I have not turned on the computer or compulsively
checked email for
two days now.

I had forgotten
somewhere along the way that

showing up
is more important
than self-promotion,

that desperation
is so very unattractive.

Relishing the silence

Curled up in the cozy chair
next to the fire,
I listened.

Nothing but
the dripping of melting snow,
and the small whoosh and crack
of the fire and wood.

The sun
squeezed through the fog
with long fingers,
pushing its way through,
cracking the door
to a blue sky.

The mist,
thick as soup
moments before,
made its last
attempt
at hanging
between the trees,
mingling with the smoke
of my fire,
hoping to go unnoticed
and stay just
a
little
longer.

And I, under my blanket,
warm and content,
sat
relishing the silence
I couldn’t bear to break.