Let Life
My inner child cries
tries to believe he is
not cause--nor cure
for all ills
that he is good enough
Sunlight gleams on salt water
inside I am sunless
walk a driftwood log
kick at shiny wet stones
children play--can’t join them
don’t know their names
A father invites his young son
to build a dam across a small stream
says, “See, like this.”
I would like to join them
wish my grandchild were here
Spirit speaks:
be alone--for now
let life come to you
let life do what it will
Jim Teeters has published poetry in several anthologies. He conducts poetry workshops for children and adults and is active in poetry readings in the Seattle area through the Striped Water Poets. He is the author of six poetry collections and the book, Teach with Style, (ASTD Press July 2013). Jim is a retired social worker living in Kent, Washington.
Hi, Jim, welcome to Whispers! Your poem rings a certain sadness with which we are all so familiar in this life. It is strange how when one experiences a travesty, that life still goes on as usual, which, at the times, seems so cold-hearted! Your poem is beautiful. Sheri / www.poetryandbeyond.net
ReplyDeleteThanks. Yeah, I'm learning to "let life" - being present, trusting. That day at the beach touched me...me alone and wanting to play!
DeleteNice poem, Jim. I followed line and verse and read it again to enjoy it again. Good work and thank you for sharing. Continued blessings!
ReplyDelete-Maurice J. Reynolds, Owner / Editor
TGBTG! Publications / Creative Inspirations
http://www.tgbtgpublictions.com
Thanks Rev Maurice - life is a step by step process as we face our world of wonder and danger!
Delete