We are 6 days into National Poetry Month now. I’ve been inspired to do a few revisions to some of my older pieces, as well as to read some of my favorites – like The Highwayman. I thought it would be nice to share a poem that I had written years ago now, when I was still in high school, but revised and finished just a couple of years ago. Isn’t it interesting how the wisdom of adulthood can allow us to return to those childhood feelings and polish them?
These tumbleweeds are what inspired this poem.
She sits alone in a parked car
at the edge of a field-
music softly playing-
and watches the rootless tumbleweeds
dancing with the wind;
mini tornadoes on an aimless path.
She understands that they are seeds
of something softer;
though they are barbed-
like feathered rosebushes
that will easily cut the skin.
She wonders if her unhappiness
could be a seed of something more?
Will she be like them-
survivors? Hardy plants that will inherit the earth
when all the others are gone?
In their isolation
she can see herself …
Does she, too, hold the same hidden beauty inside?
Can she ever allow the world to see
her own matchless charm?