There is something about the spoken poem that takes the words off the page and sends them into the universe. They become, like the old favorites, where we may not remember the words, but the melody lingers on. This is my second poem for adding voice.
we all want to believe
that what we do makes a difference.
wanting the work of the hands
to be guided by the mind
and nourished by the soul
wanting what we do to be who we are
there’s always a hitch or two.
one has “to know who they are” legitimately,
yet “who do I want to be” always gets in the way
“I was told I had to be, I couldn’t be”
words as far away from the truth as yesterday’s news.
Try this, spend a day being you
not who you ought and want and need to be
just say “I’m me”
the goddess of my imagination
the author of my wit & wisdom
the fire beneath the smoke and mirrors
that often hides the satisfaction, the peace of mind
that comes from knowing
and feeling good about yourself
could be you feel unfulfilled for a lack of doing,
that you should be doing more than you are
consider the tree other than growing
holds the earth together with its roots
consider the flower other than being beautiful
pollinates the world
possibly it’s not “who do you want to be”
but, “how do you do more, be more you”