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Silence & Song

Five Days of Poetry - Day 5

Sometimes
I am silent
Most people don't believe it
I sit behind windows
I watch, and I write

And then
I burst forth
Loud and outrageous
I sing in my triumphs
My voice loud and high

I think and
I am
And I also must grow
I'm in no way finished
As so many know

But I try
Daily
To show, be, and give love
From on top of my crown
To underneath painted toes

This pendulum
is myself
A laugh/cry parabola
Pme and Qme
and all points in between

I advance
And cower
As I try to learn it
Proudly and humbly
As should any queen

With words, song & prayer, TiMo

I am Sorry

Five Days of Poetry - Day 4

I apologize

To the cult I left

I left

I am sorry

I learned so much

Swallowed so much

I was a good little girl

Until I vomited you out

I am so sorry

I was no martyr

I didn't save them

The ones who didn't want to leave

I didn't run rebel

Back into the building

I am sorry

I am still sad

Because so much of it was right

So much of it was beautiful

I long for the belonging of it

And I am sorry

I owe you so many apologies

For running away

To three blocks down the street

Where I had to trust God

And not the man behind the pulpit

I apologize

I AM sorry

For you

I never bowed to you

I never capitalized your calling

I would not worship you

I worship HIM

Is that my crime?

Is that why I feel guilt

I am sorry

And I still wonder

Do you point fingers

Mocking my church attendance

Or tally my taxable tithing

Or judge my outfit

Or my worship customs

Or my mistakes

The ones you hear about passively

When I share

With those still connected to you

I am sorry

That I'm still scared

Of your judgement

That you'll say

That's what you get

With your second-hand leader

I am sorry

For the taste of you

Still in my mouth

Daring me to face you

To call your name out loud

But saying in love

That it's not too late to change

To turn around

Hard as it may be

To go back to the first Love

Not the unholy trinity

Of me, myself and I

My car, my children, my blessings

My ministry

Some say it is a bus

And I jumped off

Ages ago

But I am sorry that I am NOT sorry

I left

And I am sorry 

That I am so happy to be gone

I am sorry

With words, song & prayer, TiMo

Says the River

Five Days of Poetry - Day 3

I smell like blood - fresh blood
Says the river Me
Predator, prey
A drop to drink

I smell like blood - red blood
Am I a hunter's bow
Am I a wounded animal
Perhaps I am both

I smell like blood - dead blood
Digging down deep
Singing on a blood moon
Destined prophecy

I smell like blood - red blood
I smell like blood - dead blood
My hands are weaving thread blood
Says the river
Me


With words, song & prayer, TiMo

A Different 50 Shades

Five Days of Poetry - Day 2

A different fifty shades of grey
The other day in a dark room
A woman's hands on my ribs
Telling me when to move

Shadows danced in a little box
While I rolled side to side
According to her direction
Nothing but skin to hide

She was thorough with her work
Pressing in the dark
Trying to find the spaces
Where the trial would leave no mark

I was full when I came to her
She later let me release
We spent an hour in ultrasound
Searching out disease

With words, song & prayer, TiMo

© Tiffany Monique 2013

Sing in the Night

Five Days of Poetry - Day 1 

Sing in the night
Pull it up over you like a blanket
Warm wind
Or cold
Zipper pull the stars
Release them like doves in to the sky
Like a song of winter
Or a poem of the Spring
Song on the steps under a streetlight
Sing in the solace
of solidarity
Warm
Against the cold beauty
That night may sometimes bring
Children smiling
Inside the hearts of men and women
Sitting by the wall
Dancing in stillness
Harvest
What was planted with song
Sad at one moment
Scary the next
Joyful after that
You are not alone
So sing in your entrance
To the end of thinking so

With words, song & prayer, TiMo

Onward Looking

© Tiffany Monique February 2014