Saturday, June 26, 2010

Summer Antiquing

Other peoples' things
sit, collecting dust,
on a crowded shelf,
waiting to stir up murky memories
which swirl around aimlessly
like soft, grey mud
at the bottom of the bay
when you step
oh so carefully
on a summer's evening.

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Let me soar
to the heights.
Let me sever the strings
that hold me to the earth--
that are held so tightly
by those on the ground.
Let go
of the lines
that hold me
to the shore
and let me float,
my sails filled
with the breath
of the Spirit. 
Poems © Gemma W. Wilson