The poetry has been gone from my heart for awhile now. I missed it, but couldn’t force the words to come. I waited and sometimes prayed because it felt like part of me had been erased. Then, while walking in the wildflower garden I saw beauty where I might not have before. And the words damsels in distress whispered across my heart.
At that moment a poem was born.
As the words found their way to the page, I didn’t like them. The rhythm was different and there was no rhyme.
I tried to mold them into something else, but they refused. So I decided to hide them and told myself I’d wait until the next one came before sharing.
Because I was afraid.
I read somewhere that John Wayne once said, “Courage is being scared to death… and saddling up anyway.
Sharing this today is me saddling up. Let’s ride.
Damsels In Distress
The wind danced around them,
And they rustled together.
Petals faded in the cold,
Very soon, they’ll let go.
For the end of the season was near.
They stand in the frozen earth,
Lovely damsels in distress.
No prince will carry them off.
Their petals fall and stems bend,
For the end of the season is here.
Winter settles on bald heads,
Their roots rest under the earth
And wait for the warmth of spring
To bloom again where they stand
For the new season will soon be here.
Until Next Time,