Counterbalancing Self
I found her in absent withdrawal
A study of confusion and nerves
Countermanding the calm exterior
Presented to face the day
Hand applied radiance
Giving her face a glow
While the eyes struggled
To balance minds overflow
I heard her in a sing song voice
greeting others beginning their day
Years of tutelage shoving forward
Presented to face the day
The rhythm a mishmash
Of blues and skipped beats
While feet moved ever forward
Sturdy, ever denying defeat.
I saw her in bits and pieces
When I, myself, had hit a wall
Mirrored glances chased my vision
Presented to face the day
I watched her stumble
Yet never quite fall
And wished for her balance
So I, too, could stand tall
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Categories:
counterbalancing, conflict, courage, image, introspection,
Form: Free verse
papered dipstick of today's measure
will words be too acidic or too base
budding our tongues to sour or pleasure
a tinge of breath exhaled paper chase
our empathy in hues of blues, our anger
bright crimson of hot-blooded emotion
hypothalamic firings line up with danger
counterbalancing truer feelings of devotion
emotions of one or all together as a whole
governed by what lies deep in our brains
unable for our free will to take control
so logically, we're helpless to abstain
both in-the-pink and pie-in-the-blue-skies
measure of our civility, as always, applies
© Goode Guy 2011-11-04
Categories:
counterbalancing, nature, people, science,
Form: Sonnet