Poetry of the Soul

Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn. ~Thomas Gray

Jogging April 20, 2010

Filed under: poetry — laurenmichelleotheim @ 10:43 pm

the skin of her thighs billowing behind her

undulating, up down, up down, up, down

One foot forward,  mechanically

in total opposition of the gracefully flowing

fat cells unseen in polite society

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So Says Art April 19, 2010

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Have you ever noticed that in paintings it is only the

women who are allowed to lounge about in bathtubs

listening to the siren call of the robin from the tree

near their window?

Men are forced to flex their muscles in awkward

poses never finding repose unless fishing by a stream

which is not all too relaxing for they are cursed into

the temperature of the air or the freeze of the mountain

water and are often thrown from one to the next.

Women chose their leisure sudsing in bubbles up to

their chin, flower petals floating on the surface.

Or, so says art.

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beneath my eyelids April 16, 2010

Filed under: poetry — laurenmichelleotheim @ 10:10 am

wispy tendrils reach down and stroke my hair with

sunbeams that curl around my body like the smooth

warmth of a cat intent on sleeping and i think that if I

listen hard enough that i can hear the low thunder of

the ocean just as i can feel its cool breeze and smell its

salty air that might just be the mist of my tears that are

drying upon my face in the perfect morning by my

window

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To Type Life April 15, 2010

Filed under: poetry — laurenmichelleotheim @ 12:39 pm
Sunshine bathes the earth in a fresh new splendor
God's love shown in an untold wonder.
It reaches down with fingertips golden
Making the stories of people's lives bolden.
This natural italicization of breathing
As warmth accentuates the desirous reaching
Of people who underline those things worth seeking
Filling bleeding hearts until they stop leaking.
They change the font of their lives to match their redeemer
Struggling with the mark of the times.

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Sun in the sky April 12, 2010

Filed under: poetry — laurenmichelleotheim @ 9:58 am

child, don’t you cry

I’ve got a new song for you.

I know what you’ve been through

and I know that he’s seen through

those blank stares

but he didn’t care.

I’ve seen your pain

I’ve felt the stain

it’s made across your heart.

He left you bare and unprepared

to face the morrow on your own.

But don’t run away, don’t fall astray

stand up on shaky knees

and seize the day

make a change

run the range

you’re a fighter

don’t fall down.

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lullaby life April 10, 2010

Filed under: poetry — laurenmichelleotheim @ 11:36 pm

I sing of everyday things
of baby’s cry on aaaaaaaaaaaaaand on aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa n d aaaaaon aaaaaaaaathrough the night
of mamas and papas bent double
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand little chidlins dabbling in trouble
I sing of pine-cones hit the earth
of daisy chains where mischief reigns on elementary playgrounds
mud pies made of summer sighs
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand just a little bit of spit
I sing of sun parched clouds
and goldenrod sandy down dunes
and little old men who drink their prunes
aaaaaaaaaaaaafrom a glass.

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reliance

Filed under: poetry — laurenmichelleotheim @ 4:47 pm

what power the hand

that wipes a single tear will

hold from that day on

(c) Lauren Otheim – 2010

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