I will rise to the challenge
like an unbroken wave
outrunning a winter storm,
even when the thermometer reads 0ºF.
Between H2O and air,
I will sail with calm purpose.
When energy is dull, I will rest/reset
like a fat, lazy cloud
on a quiet, spring morning.
dives into a yellow desert wildflower
blooming brilliant and alive. Even the sun reaches
for her inspiration inside tiny petals.
I, too, bloom bright.
Divine love surrounds summer with happiness
and birds sing their arrival.
Tomorrow is a new day, and I will rise
to the challenge, as basil and thyme grow unbroken
alongside autumn orange pumpkins.
Note: This poem was inspired by a writing prompt shared by Eva Crespin with my high school students at a poetry writer’s workshop held on January 21, 2021. Thank you Eva for inspiring us all to write from our heart.
Also, the words “I rise” makes me think both of “Rise Up” sung by Andra Day and “Still I Rise” by Maya Angelou and how powerful the words are. No matter how down you may feel, just know, you can still rise.
“…And I’ll rise up I’ll rise like the day I’ll rise up I’ll rise unafraid I’ll rise up And I’ll do it a thousand times again…”
This poem is inspired by Julie Brokken’s photograph: Twilight Apache Plume. It is copyright material, and you may view the image on her website: http://www.juliebrokken.com/botanical-beings.html. Please scroll down about halfway to view the image. As well as the poem, I included a watercolor I did of the photograph. This poem and watercolor are in memory of New Mexico artist and poet Julie Brokken (1959-2020).
Sunbeams break empty waves undulate into a withered desert there is one butterfly on a 24 hour adventure a raven, a rabbit, and a coyote– all minding their own business a bee searches for one purple flower for shade and pollen
the red sun is angry, anxious heart scorched black her resentment explodes into 107 degree days cacti sweat like silent sentinels
the mountain tries to console her let her know she is not abandoned perhaps the universe turned its back upon her but the stars reach to hold her she’s not appeased alas, her rays
still rise in the East and set in the West she reflects,