Poetry to brighten your day – Freedom is a Corpse

The meaning of freedom for one person is vastly different than what it might mean for another.

Consider freedom as being yourself when everyone wants you to be someone else.

freedom is a corpse

freedom is a fly in a kitchen trash can
freedom is a turtle on a hiking path
freedom is pierced nipples and painted toenails
freedom prayed to Jesus that her legs wouldn’t cramp while sitting in meditation
freedom is cruising LSD on E
Look! You see freedom passin the blunt?
freedom looks like what you didn’t think you wanted
and never expected you had
freedom listens to the headlines
and whistles while she walks to work
freedom sees eternity in the rear-view mirror
I peered through the bottom of my whiskey sour glass
and saw freedom walking out the door
and then, I caught her reflection in the mirror above the bar
she must have noticed me staring
cuz she shot me a wink
just before disappearing alone into the cool dark night
freedom is the deceased
a corpse, dressed in leggings and a cami


National Poetry Month: this is why

I took my sweet time – 29 days – to post a poem in honor of National Poetry Month. Better late than never!

this is why

this is why
Rumi sang
and Jesus bled
the flower blooms
and Nina swoons
if you stand on a hill
then, you will know heaven

love offering …

love offering …(box of leaves)

I brought you this box of leaves. I know it isn’t a special occasion and you weren’t expecting anything. But, I had this box, and I thought it would be the perfect size and shape to hold the gift I wanted you to have.

I know it sn’t wrapped. I didn’t take the time to add any bling – no swag to brag about. Still, I thought it would suit this occasion.

And see, I hand picked each of these leaves that lie here so serenely in this old shoe box. Some I chose for color, the perfect mash-up of summer to fall – still sporting a green smidge at center and blooming out to the edges with campfire yellows and reds.

Leaf as fuel
Leaf as covering
Leaf as shelter
Leaf as beauty
Leaf as me

You took the closed box from my hands
pried open the top and peeked inside
as if you feared its contents

You smiled a sly smile upon seeing your gift
and shut the top back quickly
 after taking only a snippit of a second to admire
then looked down at your feet

Leaf as comfort
Leaf as sponge
Leaf as warmth

Leaf as art
Leaf as you

You looked up at the sky
and watched the leaves twirl down
and catch a breeze
falling gently to touch the earth

and you said
this is a shoe box
I was expecting shoes

Leaf as love
Leaf as faith
Leaf as spirit
Leaf as conscious
Leaf as us

-billie marie

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