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| Speak, Wisdom by Melanie Lee |
In her memoir, Returning to My Mother’s House, Gail Straub writes about awakening at a certain age to the creative life, that
'rich realm of feelings and moods, intuition and
creativity, stillness and contemplation.' Great description of arriving
at Wisdom's Edge isn't it? I think I'll accept the
invitation that came last week to join the Poetry & Art Exhibition
at the Sedona Arts Center. A nominal entry fee, a chance to exhibit an
abstract and hone the poem I've worked on this
year. Why not, new life awaits at Wisdom's Edge....
Speak, Wisdom
Sometimes
the heart shuts tight
saving itself from further wounds.
Should the latch come loose,
a commotion occurs, it opens again
a shudder, a bang, a
thud, a swoon.
At
a certain age
We know about these things.
Skittering
to wisdom's edge,
wary
eyes on raw borders.
Two
steps ahead, one half back,
a prancing Cavallino Rampante.
We
are still show horses, so
beautiful,
strong, proud!
Nearing
the edge
wisdom speaks.
No show horses here,
just you, just me.
Bodies
older, minds slower
hearts a
jumble everywhere
There's
no proper order to love and truth,
Hallelujah. It is wisdom to believe the heart. | |
