every drop
is an individual.
and oh my goodness gracious,
just look
at the power
they generate
when they
comes together
without forfeiting,
without giving up,
without yielding,
their own unique
well, dropedness.
tonight, as every night,
and every day,
i celebrate
individuality.
to all who
gather
around common interests
but refuse
to flock.
to all who
travel the
same path,
but refuse
to be herded.
to all
who think
for themselves,
ask questions
(sometimes pointedly),
who aren’t afraid
to sense
and feel . . .
i bow to you
and whisper
“please don’t
ever stop.”
please
pretty please
with sprinkles on top…
don’t EVER stop!
i won’t if you won’t;) xo
LOve your poems, Jeanne.
Thank you, Lynn. I feel quite vulnerable when it comes to poetry – you know, the usual history of scolding, scornful teachers assuring me that I have (I tried to type “had,” but fingers just wouldn’t go for it) talent or even ability. So yes, thank you. Thank you more than you know.
The rushing of the falls. So gorgeous. And the words? Icing on the cake! (Or is it the cake, all moist and tender, with the photo of the falls icing all those cake-y words? Hmm…)
Thank you for these kind words, Sugar. And with all this talk of cake and icing, I just gained 10 pounds!
The drop(s) and the fall(s)–individuality merging into community, both celebrated. Lovely.
You always find just the right and lovely words to describe what escapes me.
Love this, just what I needed to hear tonight.
thank you, sugar. xo