Emotions
f I had a video of every moment of my life
I would have nothing but images and sounds.
When my eyes are closed and I hear nothing
There my past comes to me.
It shifts and changes
So I never really know it
But the emotions remain
For they are the soul of the past.
lyrically yours – stephanie c. brown
Words
Words –
Like the air I breath
There as long as I have life
Even if I couldn’t say them
Write them or even hear them
They’d be inside of me
And I would know them
lyrically yours – stephanie c brown
Swans Mate for Life
Swans –
Without words
Somehow they know
No discussions
No explanations
No apologies
Their faithfulness
Their loyalty
Never questioned
Side by side
They swim
Companionship
Unspoken but lived
lyrically yours – stephanie c brown
No Cloak
In Snow
Sometimes a memory
Catches her unaware
No cover for her emotions
No cloak of I-don’t-care
She remembers the warmth
But she is no longer inside
It’s like she’s standing in snow
Cold and shivering
Watching a blazing fire
Through a picture window
Lyrically Yours – Stephanie C. Brown
Tides
Losing You
There’s nothing I would have lost having you
But you would have lost so much having me
Remembering that when I look back
Eases the pain – somewhat
Now I am obsessed –
Where was I when you died?
How could I have not known
The moment you took your last breath?
Maybe because the world we share
Has nothing to do with living and dying
Ours is the world of dreams
Dreams let go of, dreams held on to
If we choose the same dream
At the same moment in time
Will we live that dream together
In a world of the living and the dying?
This moment – this time
I choose
Lyrically yours – Stephanie C. Brown
Sparks
We were two sparks
From the same fire
Dancing and then
Falling together
Back into the fire
Once againOne flame
Lyrically yours – Stephanie C. Brown
Blue Moon Festival
Once upon a Blue Moon Festival
Mandolins and guitars
Troubadours under the stars
Singing well-known songs
Living songs as yet unwritten
With melodies and chords
Straight from winds and rivers
Words lost in the music
Meaning found
Once upon a Blue Moon Festival
Mandolins and guitars
Troubadours under the stars
Copyright: Stephanie C. Brown
Difference
Sometimes I try to think of the world from the other side
Maybe I am Muslim, Hindu, Buddhist, Shinto or agnostic,
Maybe the color of my skin is black, brown, yellow, or red
Maybe the only difference is my gender – maybe I’m male
As a Southern white woman that one stops me in my tracks.
I could be any of the above and no matter the differences
Adding a change of gender would change everything again.
Is gender after all the most fundamental difference?
Look at every race, nation, and the animal kingdom
Male and female undeniably clearly defined and divided.
I think from any nation, any religion or color of skin
Women find some common ground as sister mothers.
Hardest for me to imagine is the world from the male side
As I deal with you, a male, sometimes I shake my head,
I’ll never see what you see – you’ll never see what I see.
(Stephanie C. Brown)