My Teacher (poem)~

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you said you’d never teach anyone

to cook again or spit poetry

 

you said the student out learns

                            the master

each generation grander

expectations higher than the one before it

 

but i beg you to continue

              to be my teacher

you add grandeur to my level life

inject wisdom into stagnant veins

 

you are my leader

feeder of my hopes and dreams

handing over the reigns when i am ready

 

you steady my breathing

steady my beating heart

you are the sea breeze under limp sails

 

you are the nail that holds my vision

neatly framed and matted

 

so please don’t stop teaching

i need you

I need to learn the lessons

so we can lead another generation to greatness

 

you are the sweetness

in the spring air

(for Maude Ena Headlam, aka Mummy, my teacher)

©Linda Neckel White 

Cheers (poem)~

here's to you

Cheers

here’s to all the lonely days

when memory’s footsteps echo loudly

in the hollow cavity that once housed my heart

ah, the quietude, illusive at times, always divine

I savor those lonely days

so here’s to you, sweet silence you

sweet, sweet solitude

why must you try so hard to elude

©Linda Neckel White

If I Could (poem excerpt)

hum to the rhythm(Excerpt from if I could)~If I could, I would fill each day, in each life, with the Spirit. You know the Spirit I’m talking about…That Spirit our earthly vocabulary has no words to describe. The kind that quickens your heart, right from the very start. The Spirit that stirs down deep inside your very core and spews out like molten lava. The kind that causes every hair on the surface of your body to stand at attention!! You know the Spirit I’m talkin’ about…the kind that makes you smile that smile you smile. Yah…The kind of Spirit that makes you hum when there is no music, just the rhythm of your own sweet soul. Yahhh…you know what I’m talkin’ about.                      

©linda neckel white

 

Lackadaisical (poem)~

languid

its movement is far from intentional

more lackadaisical…fluid

 

as if in denial of the spiral

the downward force

that fastens us to the source   ~~>follow the autumn breeze~~>

Butterflies On Our Shoulders (poem)~

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i feel butterfly toes on my shoulders

where i have a mole that sprouted legs

and walked away

 

they say nature is everywhere

particularly where only the goddesses breathe ~~>Follow the Butterflies~~>