Flower Grown in Gold

Dedicated to everyone who courageously shares themselves here in the DEN. I also want to thank those of you who take the time to leave feedback in my little nook. I would have retired my pen long ago had it not been for your encouragement, inspiring words, shared experiences, and well wishes.

Perhaps I’ve only seen your picture;

The flower still GROWING in its pot

Maybe your face is a mystery,

Though facets of your beauty are not

Your words have traversed rock and rubble

Stirred in me FEELINGS, not of my own

I’ve fallen off emotional cliffs,

Trailing an expertly-composed tone

I’ve accepted every offer

FOLLOWED…if you were inclined to lead

Mind packed with wisdom you’ve imparted;

Suitcase full of life-lessons to heed

TOGETHER we’ve sailed ole mistress blue

We’ve kicked the dust in barren terrain,

Watched Mt. Olympus Gods earn their myths,

Debated over Able and Cain

I’ve lost myself in your fantasies

Felt your WORDS like a butterfly kiss

Soaked my pillowcase on many nights…

Reading about a loved-one you miss

And in the process, I’ve shared of me

My pen’s possessed by my nagging soul

Because a blank page calls for something:

  a RELINQUISHING of ALL CONTROL

How did I get to be so lucky?

Home sweet home with those who understand

My FRIEND, I feel as if I’ve met you,

Though I’ve not even shaken your hand

Copyright January 14, 2011 <> Sheila Roy