Fueling for Change. {Poem}

Via Brittany Amell
on Dec 27, 2013
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Grey, in the grey way only Ottawa can be,

Incandescent like the dimmest of lightbulbs,

Fueling for change, but never garnering the courage,

(Yet I, like the trees, tricked out in the latest fall

fashion, myself after an image even greater.)

I am the water,

un-protruding, yet mildly intrusive at times. Ottawa,

turning its collar up to me.

The brilliant color of the trees, a seeming contrast

against the sky.

I wrote pretty once.

Who am I kidding? We both did, with appropriated voices, cultivated,

Were they our own?

You disappeared into a bubble bath, sud by sud,

Until faintly there remained a trace of you on my desk,

Encapsulated in a frame, poised, smiling, winking.

Is that you now?

If I could place you, I’d move the frame closer to my heart.

Hold you tight, endlessly righting all wrongs.

You taught me once.

Despite your endless barrage, and your endless baggage.

But you, like your baggage, have carried on.

And I am, or am I, left here reminded of my own.

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About Brittany Amell

Brittany Amell is a writer, teacher, coach and student. Sometimes she wears the entire outfit, and sometimes she wears one piece at a time. Based in Ottawa, Britt can often be found working closely with individuals or groups of all ages. When in a pinch, she is mostly likely to use cinnamon, a deep breath, and some of her good old fashioned British Columbian charm. Voted Most Easy to Approach by her cat and Grandpa, Britt welcomes your comments and questions. Try not to run into her in the hall, or you might find yourself walking away with an invite to her dinner table or worse- she to yours. Interested in working with Brittany? You can connect with her via her website, Twitter or on Facebook for "a guaranteed hit. She is quite prolific," says R.W.


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