Dear Friend

Don’t need to ask me out,
Don’t need to buy me flowers,
Don’t need to shower pretty words,
Don’t need to hold my hand.

Don’t need a promise of commitment,
Don’t want to lend my heart.
...I know I won’t be staying long.

But be my friend.
Yes, let’s be friends!
I like the character I see in you.
If we can guard each others’ hearts,
I want to know you more.

So many uncertain factors...
Uncertain risks...
Is this wise?
Tell me, is friendship possible?

_______________________
Written by Stephanie Wright
February 18, 2013

Go

If you're sitting at a red,
You're sitting in a vehicle.

If you're sitting at a red,
You are equipped to move.

If you're sitting at a red,
It won't stay red forever.

If you're sitting at a red,
The red will turn to green.

Then you go.

_____________________
Written by Stephanie Wright
January 22, 2013

Ice Season

Delicate snowflakes
Winter’s flowers now blossom
Very picturesque

Written by Stephanie Wright
January 3, 2013

Indeed

Better than a pen to a page,
More than line can serve to create,
I hear the music and to it I am drawn.
Orchestra warms hopeful instruments.

Watch and pray, see,
Listen and perceive, wonder,
How begins the opening song of triumph.

My heart indeed agrees,
O LORD my God, be exalted.
        O LORD, be exalted in prayer!
O LORD my God, be exalted.
        Come, Lord Jesus, come!


Written by Stephanie Wright
December 18, 2012

May We Both

River drags with much aggression.
Water flows and I lie beneath:
This I deserve, my sole confession.
Stillness fills my bones and teeth.

My eyes have seen my equal’s face;
His works have done what my heart hides.
Murderous, we find strengthened pace.
Vileness in us true resides.

Lord! Have you seen this dreadful thought?
Too soon take blood than give my own.
Us two for whom you died and fought,
In current wide, us both be thrown.

A better hero than myself -
Raise us up for good conscience’ sake!


Written by Stephanie Wright
December 13, 2012

Rest and Rhythm

Let your thoughts flow.
Like the poet’s tree.
(Like the painter’s brush).
Let empty space become shape.
(Stimulating rhythm).
One syllable per beat.
(One stroke per progression).
Silence disturbs not motion.
A march without breaks.
A staminous run.

Second beginning.
Thrust and drawn.
A set of short notes.
Melody clearly struck.
Makes the flowers bloom.
Even in October.
Rejoice.

An idea; a creation.
Transformed and recreated.
A destination or direction.
Still undecided.
Intangible but near.
New world; new eyes.
Discovering light.

Hello,
My kind friend.
Smiles invitingly.
The faithful strings.
Strung warmly.
Voice.
Deep and honest.
Sings again upon return.
Rest and rhythm.
Rejoice.

Written September 12, 2012

Bright Golden

Sitting on the edge of the planet
I can’t see you but I see you’re good
I see the fields and I know they’re big
They can’t contain you
I want to see the victory
Knowing it’s in your hands
I hear whispers of your song
Oh, teach me the melody
You make things clearer for me
But I still won’t understand
But I will wait for you
More than the watchman for the morning
More than the watchman for the morning
I will hope in you