It’s poetry time again, friends! Don’t tell me you aren’t excited.:)
Most of my poems are just the overflow of my emotions and reflections. However, on rare occasion I’ll be inspired to write a poem based on something I’ve seen or experienced. This piece is the product of just such a rare occasion.
A few nights ago I was with my youngest sisters, telling them a bedtime story. I noticed that when I would pause for dramatic effect (and let’s admit it, a few extra seconds to come up with my next words:) ), they were leaning over me, eyes big, hands grabbing my arm, every part of their being poured into waiting and watching for what I would say next. It got me thinking…
their eyes are wide
gaze into mine
as I twist the words into
stories.
I’ve captured their minds
and the rhythm of time
grinds now to a stop as they
listen.
little eyes
little ears
always there
always here
on my words
on my deeds
every act
is a seed
falling soft on the
ground of their
hearts –
fertile ground –
precious hearts
of the leaders
to come.
little words
little deeds
I will watch you –
no weeds
can survive
in this life of mine
rest in the dust of times
hated, you beasts
may you never find feasts
in my heart to fulfil
the base lusts of your will
for
their eyes and
their ears are upon me
I need
to remember
remember
I’m leading
the leaders
the world-shaking leaders
to come.
Laurel Luehmann 