A New Poem: This is Me

A New Poem: This is Me

This is Me

I’m a room’s golden glow
paneled in luminous framed prints, refracting and shiny
with a tossed, jauntily quilted pillow demanding attention.

I’m the waxed wood floors, slightly gritty,
a bright bouquet of yellow freesia beckoning buoyantly,
and a tempting stack of books close by.

I’m an empty rocking chair, inviting embrace
a comfy couch yawning in corpulent contemplation
with a plush carpet underfoot, tickling toes.

I’m a white tablecloth scattered with flakey croissant crumbs,
a mahogany clock quietly ticking unheeded and unseen,
and a blue blown glass vase, swirled while molten, anticipatory.

I’m the pungent smell of cinnamon buns baking,
an irreverent but newsy letter sculpted in scrawling calligraphy
and a knitting basket overflowing, pregnant with possibility.

I’m the warm spring air improvising clean expletives,
a reluctant wind chime tinkling softly in protracted silence,
and a burnished hope, sown deep, poised, but drawling.

Polly Castor
3/14/09

I work to amplify good wherever I find it. I love color, texture, beauty, great ideas, nature, metaphor, deliciousness, genuine spirituality, and exploring new territory. I encourage authenticity, nurture creativity, champion sustainability, promote peace, and hope to foster a new renaissance where we all are free to be our most fulfilled, multifaceted, and terrific selves. Read more here.

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