From time to time, I read my old poems... to see where I grew from. Have you ever stopped to really see your growth?... To really see YOU? To show gratitude. To honor wherever you have landed in your process. Add it to your mediation, make it a mantra. Thank God for it in your prayers . Write it in your journal. Smile at it when you see yourself in the mirror in the morning. Just to know the thickness of your skin. These are fragments... but still are my extensions of joy to present what's inside... I am unraveling. I am showing up for myself. I hope you show up for you too.
I read old poems to see if I'm seeing better. To see why I'm breathing easier now. The days pass I wonder how I could have made it without writing in my notebook. The first poem I'm sharing here was written from a place of dizzy love and hopefulness. The other from a cold place and read it back to myself today. I wrote this for myself, and somehow (in tender yet huge way) I could be writing i t for you too. I love that. Thank you for reading.
-Much love and many blessings.
Luvi (2012)
I am dancing through your solitary mind Fields unsettled Undiscovered Yet claimed and renamed Mine And yours laying in layers of sweet I am the icing between your cake Protected And hoping to be the most Delectable part of your days to come I am singing New songs And keeping new lyric hidden in my pocket Repainting the walls of my heart The color of your smile I am peeling fresh fruit And trying to get use to Spinning in circles Use to belting Love More than blues And use to walking around in your shoes Use to being held And Kissing through yells being lazy About time And astrology When you lay next to me Giving my attention to the butterflies Only And growing Inside the tiny pot Of tomatoes We shared And maybe the orchid one too Just because I’m contemplating Following you On journeys And trying to fit my purpose In your duffle bag Contemplating Futures intertwined
-Erin Sheree
Chicago 2014
I was always so drawn to you And you held tight enough To repel me Toughest magnet to swallow... You sugared the salty And salted on my sugar The taste in my mouth Still jumbled sours and sweets Too bitter To bite down.. We are A beautifully organized Blunder fucked Orchestra Of smiling faces and batting lashes And soft hugs Slaving happily over a hot stove And whiskey.. "What's for dinner?" And you say "do better Better than me Better not leave [implied] And I thought I'd do better Better than you Better for me..." I was grieving you all along.. you've been grieving And I cannot paint rainbows In violet skies I cry Over pointless orchids that I left behind My feet Just I case you notice me again.. Erase the traces Please. I was always so drawn
to you.
-Erin Sheree
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