Still. Get Busy.
Body quiet. Do Something Important.
Mouth silent. Listen!
Eyes resting. Watch!
You didn’t get anything done today?
You wasted an entire day?!
You can’t accomplish anything that way!
Needed
Quiet.
Being.
Enough.
Worthy.
Valuable.
As. Is.
Quietly. Me.
Rushing,
Scurrying.
What shall I do?
Who shall I cite?
When shall I write?
Sent just in time!
Proposal season,
No diamonds here.
(c) Creekside Whispers
Wrong doings hidden behind walls of silence.
Decades of misdeeds, shards of innocence boring deeply, planted at four, then again, and again, and again, endlessly.
Learning to say no, confront, dismantle. Call out the naked emperor.
And now to be told repeatedly, “Just play the game.”
Naïve to expect equity, intelligence, insight and leadership?
Silenced again.
Traveling back in time to that small child, damaged and wronged.
Same verb, simply figurative this time.
(c) Creekside Whispers
The sky cleared today. Blue, beautiful. Clouds flirted in the sunlight.
Daffodils taunted late bloomers.
Forsythia flaunted her bright self.
Wind caressed me, my lover’s touch echoed.
For a moment so alive, so grounded.
Worker Bee. The parameters in the manual unaddressed while the fears of Queen Bee with power spew forth.
Insubordinate. Rude. Unfocused. Scary smart. Unapproachable. Everyone notices how you talk to me.
Spinning, contorting, censoring, Worker Bee raging but silent, then lip-syncing the right words,
What can I do? Thank you for your guidance.
Worker Bee. Ashamed. Self-preservation? Integrity?
How much obsequiousness before choking on one’s own bile. Joy dying moment by moment.
Worker Bee mourning.
Escape to self. Joy whispers…
Through the woods, pups, creek, wind, and sun.
Back, into the arms of my lover.
©Creekside Whispers
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