Verdandi

Don’t forget today
In the fog of what should be,
In the fear of what could be;
Don’t allow yourself to turn away.

Realization

I’ve looked so long for a prince,
But I was longing for a friend;
I’ve watched the sun set from my tower,
But I was watching for a beginning, not an end.

I’ve been waiting for someone to throw me a rope,
But what I wanted was someone waiting for me to climb down;
I’ve been wishing for someone to make me smile,
But my best wish is for someone to be there even when I frown.

Thin Disguise

My weak disguise is wearing thin;
I wonder what we’ll find within?
If what’s there is worth setting free;
And if what I sometimes was will someday be.

Second Draft

You’re trying to find perfection;
But life gets no second draft.
Still, you go on thinking
You’re a failure to your craft:

You should have got it right by now,
You should know what to do;
But trying to rewrite it
Won’t make that first draft untrue.

It will be what it will be,
And still there’ll be no second draft;
So why not take a breath and read
The story as it’s meant to be, at last?

Of a Coin

You’re two sides of the same coin:
If you could only see,
If you could only know,
Would this tale then have a happy ending?
Or does it take more than that to go
Beyond just being the other side?

The Door

There is a door to my heart;
But if another does not start,
And keep knocking when it seems I’ve dozed,
Then I opt to leave it closed.

Masterpiece (But Not Really)

Not every word is first and last;
Not every sentence makes a masterpiece.
Not everything’s the epitome of profound…
And not everything has to be.

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Addendum: This is apparently my 500th blog post. Now isn’t that ironic? 500 imperfections in, and I write about not everything being perfect.

Eye of the Beholder

I’m not like so many other girls,
Fretting over size:
I couldn’t care less how my body
Seems in others’ eyes.

Or so, at least, I tell myself.
But after all, why should I care?
I have my soul, and my blue eyes,
And my own long brown hair.

And yet still, there are people
Cutting up prettier faces;
And far prettier complexions
Are twisted, frozen in their places;

And the prettiest of all
Is still called ugly by the mirror;
So they make another cut,
Hoping to bring perfection nearer.

Embrace of One’s Fate

I am the one
Who would die in the storm,
Having cried out before
“Let it come, let it come!

“Let it take what it will
And go on its way;
And if it chooses to stay…
Then thy will be done.”

The Fairy and the Troll

“Don’t forget to breathe!”
Cried the fairy to the troll;
For the latter oft was first to leave,
And last to reach the goal.

The two were friends from long ago —
Almost as long as memory;
Through ice and wind and rain and snow,
And much that friends cannot foresee.

The little fairy was as light and fair
As feather, frond, or cloud could be;
Her friend the troll was strong and rare,
Though less deft of feet and mind was he.

Yet ever the two went side by side,
Each the knight at some time or other;
For two succeed where one has tried,
When one is firm and one is clever.

They had for themselves a tournament,
Of which only they’d partake;
A path they carved, and they raced it
From their village, far down to the lake.

The troll, he always started strong,
But never could adapt his strength
To match his friend who rode along
On the wind and always won the race.

Now, the fairy wanted nothing more
Than for her friend to best her fair and square,
And spent her time searching for
A thought that just may help them there.

She tried everything she thought of
To give an edge to her defeated friend;
But every plan she thought up
Still found her waiting at the end.

Until finally, she had a thought
And they ran one final round:
With a smile as she raced fair like she’d taught,
With her own feet firmly on the ground.