Surrender Into Flow

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I reluctantly forgo
my own need and desire
to create reason
out of madness.

It is when I refrain
from playful musings
that the seriousness
of my own unhappiness
sneaks up on me —
an ominous shadow
— apathetic and foreboding.

Desist, black mood —
I resist your call
and subtle attempts
to trap me in
resentment.

I waive my rights
to be morose
and relinquish
all attempts
to control negativity.

With determination,
I quit the trappings
of depression
and find courage
to seek joy and meaning
in life represented.

I abandon myself
to simple creativity
and settle into quiet awe
of birthing new ideas
in anticipated glee.

Serendipity sits
in silent queue
waiting for opportune moments
to appear and be recognized.

I give up and give in
to the Universal pull
that carries me forward
on urges of creative flow.

Unobstructed,
I am free.

© 11.12.2019 K. A. Bennett. All rights reserved. 

This poem was originally published in Poetic Ramblings From the Spirtual Abyss on Medium.com.

Learning to Breathe

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Rampant, wild thoughts,
fleeting,
pass through
and beyond;

silence sits
in concentrated effort
holding space,

timeless grace
in studied breaths
of peace.

© 11.11.2019 K. A. Bennett. All rights reserved.

This poem was originally published in Spiritual Ramblings from the Spiritual Abyss on Medium.com.

Halloween Snow Day

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October snow heavy on the ground,

on the cars and roofs,

on the bending deciduous trees,

on memories of children playing

in bubbled snowsuits

with red noses and steaming breath

--in past Decembers.

Shivers underneath thick coats,

and mandatory interior sweaters,

unable to fight off chills

from subzero fall weather

that grabs at fragile water lines

and pulls every bit of heat out

into the white, frigid landscape.

Chilled inside and out,

snuggled into blankets,

insulated from winter thoughts

with dreams of Autumn days lost

to snow falling in waves of cold fluff,

hiding orange and black decorations.

Halloween will come tentatively this year

with furnace raging and mugs of hot chocolate,

every child dressed as

the abominable snowman--

herds of snowsuits

wading through the winter white

in search of candy and warm toes again.

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© 10-31-2019 K. A. Bennett. All rights reserved.

This poem was originally published in Blue Insights on Medium.com

Kerry Bennett holds an MA in Cultural Resource Management and a BA in anthropology. Kerry is restoring/renovating a Victorian house in the arid southwest where she lives with her two children, a plethora of pets, and the creative ghost of her unpredictable muse. She has written for local newspapers and won awards for poetry published in literary journals. She blogs at K’s Bloomin’ Art Garden and her artwork can be found at Kerry A. Bennett Fine Art.