Venturing - Poems

Here I go

Back in the water,

Third time,

The charm,

My soul,

The potter

For its vessel

For eternity

In with ebb,

Out with tide

The sea of life

Is breathing.

The currents

Of the sea I ride

Toward destiny,

Golden harvests

Of the heart

Where I reside

And drink the flow

In urns below

And learn

Reality.

_____© Nellieanna H. Hay

Venturing beginner

Into realms of

Giants' sounds

I am.

Would that you would

Take my hand,

At least at first,

Until my ears

And fears

Adjust,

Mature.

______© Nellieanna H. Hay

Poetry,

The underbrush,

The refuse

Of a soul

In process.

Prose,

A finished soul.

No wonder

I write poetry!

______© Nellieanna H. Hay

No place to be but here.

No one to be but myself.

Nothing to feel

But this I feel.

Nothing "real" but this.

Even when it changes.

It is LIFE,

As real as it gets.

______© Nellieanna H. Hay

I am going to spin

Round and round,

Loose my roots,

Lose my ruts

And find out

What it is

And where it is!

_____© Nellieanna H. Hay

Poetry's page,

My therapist,

Confessor,

Analyst,

Counsellor,

Friend.

Good morning, friend!

______© Nellieanna H. Hay

Glean wisdom

From the day at hand.

Survive another

To persist again

And know.

The triumph of

A quiet life

Is living.

Perhaps it will

Make ripples, too.

______© Nellieanna H. Hay

I think I'm faring

Well enough

And living full enough

Until I hear your voice.

It fills a void so vast

I wonder that I

Survive

Without it!

______© Nellieanna H. Hay

Benevolent bafflement -

Better than

Too many answers

For too few questions.

I'll wait,

But not reposed.

The flow moves on.

I need my lifeboat

And so I row,

But not away.

______© Nellieanna H. Hay

Yes, it's so -

My only strength

Is being me.

But I begin to know

How untapped

It really is.

When needed it is there,

Expandable!

And so, to grow!

______© Nellieanna H. Hay

Are two

Who are

Fluent in it

Enough

To make

A language?

______© Nellieanna H. Hay

We seek water

On the mountain top,

Perspective

'Neath the sea,

Ignoring that which IS.

In quest of what is not,

~ Futilely.

______© Nellieanna H. Hay

A de-clawed cat

Is not

A virtuous cat

But simply

A more helpless cat.

______© Nellieanna H. Hay

NOTE: These poems were written in 1972.

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