I Will Stay

Photo by Sanyamshri | CC BY-SA 3.0
Photo by Sanyamshri | CC BY-SA 3.0

A poem about heroes, most often found in ordinary people doing extraordinary things.

He stood upon the front porch
Watching his daddy walk away
His mama stood beside the boy
His mama, she would stay

The boy, he heard her swallow hard
Watched one tear slide down her face
The boy took her by the hand
And said, “Mama, I’ll stay”

She stood upon the front porch
Watching the boy smile and wave
In the dust from the tires of the yellow bus
His mama, she would stay

He watched, as his mama grew smaller
He watched, as she faded away
As the bus jostled onward beyond
Where his heart would always stay

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Surrender

Photo by  Cheri Lucas Rowlands
Photo by Cheri Lucas Rowlands

I sink underwater
Eyes open
Looking up at rippling glass
Shapes of light
Blue and white and gray and sometimes yellow

I think
I should panic
But I don’t
I bob, watching colors
The bubbles rising around me
Moving up, up,
Air finding air

I see his face
And I am not alone
Even here
Beneath the waves

No words exchanged
Silence, like water, fills every crevice
Locked on steady, serene eyes
I think…I feel
Safe
Good
Perfectly placed

Everything moves, waves
The water
Our hair
But time pauses, motionless

My lungs burn in my chest
Heart pounding, salt stinging my eyes

Pain and peace
Fear and comfort
Love and heartbreak
I choose to feel them all

And so without breath
Without borders
Without answers
I rest
Beneath the waves

© Nichole Liza Q.

This poem was written in response to the WordPress.com Weekly Writing Challenge: 1,000 Words. I chose the photo Relaxation as my inspiration because it helped me to put into words some ideas and impressions that have been floating around (no pun intended…but nice right?) in my mind for the last couple of weeks. The song below also significantly influenced the poem. (Thanks to our church’s worship team for introducing me to this song!) If you’d like to better understand my perspective when writing the poem, have a listen. It’s a beautiful song. But if you want to let the poem speak to you without more of me involved, that’s cool too. As always, thanks for reading.

Not Quite Lunch Poems 3 & 4

DECEIVED
Darkness glistens
Like hot skin
Drawing me in
But touching my fingertips, feels cold
My hand snaps back
Surprised
I rub my fingers with my thumb
Melting the frosty film between
Then dry them on my jeans
As I turn to run

WINTER MORNINGS
Warm blankets and soft sweats
I don’t want to move
I want to stay
Pull the puffy down comforter to my neck
Listen to the icy wind
On the other side of my window
Close my eyes
And just stay

© Nichole Liza Q.

Written in response to the WordPress Weekly Writing Challenge
Not exactly written at lunchtime but kept to a limited time without overthinking.

Not Quite Lunch Poems 1 & 2

I WANT….

VINES AND ROSES
I want to write beauty
Words that wrap and wind around each other
Like vines and roses
Strong and rich
Living and breathing out air heavy with the fragrance of mystery
Yet light enough to ride along a breeze

STORYTELLERS
I want to tell a story
Not mine but Another’s
Already written yet still being told
This story lives
And I live inside its words – because of its words
They are written on my arms, across my face
Upon my beating heart, drifting on the wind that leaves my lungs
Words unrecognizable
Symbols and signs from another time, another place
Perhaps never spoken but by One
And yet they speak of me
Of you, of all
They are every story
And the only story
One that was and is and will be told
Wont you tell me?
And I will tell you…

© Nichole Liza Q.

Written in response to the WordPress Weekly Writing Challenge
Not exactly written at lunchtime but kept to a limited time without overthinking.

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