Poetry, Unbound

Let Me Be Myself

This was the result of a creative writing exercise I did while attending a conference in Amsterdam this April.  It all points to identity and the things we desire if we could just drop the social pretense and requirements and be ourselves.

Let me
wear jeans for professional dress.
Don’t teachers teach better in jeans?
I heard that was true,
and if not, it should be.

Let me
just sit down and cry,
release the expectation that I have
all the answers even though I sometimes
don’t even know what I want.

Let me
etch “Carrie was here”
into the glass ceiling
and shatter it
as I dot the i in my name.

Let me
forget the shame
of bad decisions past
and prevent them
from haunting my quiet moments.

Let me
speak my mind
even if I lose my eloquence
and revert back to the girl on the ranch
doing a man’s work.

Featured Image: Pixabay – “Ranch” by skeeze (CC0 Public Domain)
Poetry, Unbound

Summer Storm

On lazy mornings as the sky’s tinder caught fire
We would sneak out in bare feet
To get drunk on wildflowers and honeysuckle wine

With red stained hands and jellied mouths
We passed the time playing ring around the rose bushes
And hide-n-go seek with spiders

In the afternoons we painted our skin gold
And washed our naked bodies
In sprays of falling rainbows

At dusk we caught lightning in a jar
And stretched out under dewy stars
To watch the strikes zing around

That night clouds rolled before our eyes and
In the distance we could hear the runaway potato cart
Rumbling down the hill

Grandmother set the storm free saying
“Child someday you’ll understand”

In response to Discover Challenge: One, Two, Three!
Featured Image: Pixabay – “Storm” by Dimitrisvetsikas (CC0 Public Domain)