No more crumbs
I am not a baby bird
dying for some
chewed up
puked out
leftover love.
No more lonely
waiting for morsels
of attention
to fall my way
while I sit
like a sad puppy
with big beggar eyes.
No more fatty
table scraps of
boisterous laughter
followed by long bouts
of utter starving silence.
I will not watch
in the window
while the fire burns
and the celebration
of belonging
leaves me shivering
in the outer snowy cold.
I am worthy of
a feast of love
prepared especially
for me.
Linen bright and clean
untarnished silver
gently polished
and fine china
set carefully with
the utmost affection.
I have longed for a chair
at the head of a table
and will no longer sit
on the floor
or in the back room
with the servants.
I can rise up and dance
to the most elegant music
and fill the halls with
my ringing joy.
I can charm each guest
and make every evening
a memorable occasion.
But my lord,
If your feast
does not have
such a place
for a beautiful princess
who has wit and wisdom
and an open heart of gold
What a lonely party
you will have
because I am no baby bird
nor beggar dog
and my days of solo serving
are over.
I have grown
hungry enough
to entertain invitations
and leave you here
dining alone in your
empty chambers
while I take sweet sup
with another.
~ cj 2011.09.13
This is my answer to your beautiful question “What do you want for your life?” Thank you for sitting patiently at my table and asking it of me.
Love it, love it , love it and I want to be there when you entertain and celebrate all of the things you soooo deserve!
You are soooooooooo invited Cindy! Can’t wait to meet and celebrate life with you. 🙂
CJ, I was going to ask about your inspiration, but maybe not. I am afraid to find out. Your verbal imagery is inspired and perspired.
Paul, would you like to know? This poem was truly inspired by my coach asking me “What do you want for YOUR LIFE?” I will write you a private email.
CJ, Once again you have made all of us delve into ourselves. I Love that about reading your work!
Hey, Jeff, the guest….how come I’ve got you three different times in my database? Is it the multiple personalities thingee? Hehe.
Thank you sincerely for always reading and commenting on my work. I truly want to take your photos and my writing and do something. When?
I have changed my name so you are getting a new user prompt. I am reloading photos from my 2 drives. I should have it all done today.
What does the new user prompt accomplish?
I just like to mix it up a little. The one thing that hasn’t changed is that I love reading your work!
I certainly get the need for variety. Oh, my what an understatement.
Thanx for reading cutie. And for hanging out in our group, too. I love having you there.
My heart breaks all over again, reading this. How and why does this happen? I do not know, but venture a guess: Our Spirits are enlarged, nearly beyond our capacity to survive it. And then – and only then – are we equipped to serve those around us.