Beating the Moment. ~ Edith Lazenby

Via on Jan 23, 2013

Choice

To Be, Or Not

 

It’s freezing outside.

But there’s an iceberg

In my belly.

I think “butterfly,” yet

Edges fine as razors

 

Carve the moment.

 

I dream sunshine

And count snowflakes.

I see the moon

But am draped in shadows.

I want to cry.

I want to surrender.

I want to throw in the towel.

But this is no game.

There’s nothing to end.

A beginning sits

On the threshold

And it whispers in

A language I don’t know.

Love courts itself.

 

I want to be happy

 

For no reason.

 

I want to be happy

 

For any reason.

I want to take this desire

And let it sail

On the currents of wind.

I want movement.

Instead I sit on a cushion

With one hand on my heart

And learn to listen

To what it cannot say,

Knowing it needs me

To understand feeling

Does not always know

What I hear in my palm

Beats the moment

And frees me to not be.

 

edieI am someone who loves to share and thrives on being with others. My craft whittles moments into meaning and eases my heart. I learn best by listening. I teach yoga and I write. Life is challenging but simple. My kitties make me happy. My husband is my best friend. Check my blog here.

 

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About Edie Lazenby

I am someone who loves to share and thrives on being with others. My craft whittles moments into meaning and eases my heart. I learn best by listening. I teach yoga and I write. Life is challenging but simple. My kitties make me happy. Check my blog here.

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