Thursday, December 24, 2015

Speak, Wisdom

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
  a journey home begins.

Stumbling, recovering, 
receiving, laughing
glad now we couldn't fix that loose latch. 

 So what if our lives look a bit awry?

There's no proper order to love and truth,
Hallelujah.
It is wisdom to believe the heart.

 








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