Steal away with me Back to when Love was fresh and new When greens were green And blues were blue When fragrance filled the air Like a heavy morning dew Back to when You loved me And I loved you Back in the days of Remember when We laid in bed And skin met skin With hearts at peace Engrossed in Zen I remember when Before you walked away And hurt walked in Simona A. Brinson
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Our first white Christmas. Had to let the brother experience a cup of snow. We take no moment for granted. ~Calondra McCarter~
From a cup of snow
She did bestow
Upon his soul
A gesture of love.
Not love grandiose
Or from the shallows
But love in its purest form
The kind of love
That can swallow one whole.
Not taking a moment for granted
She left him enchanted
On their first white Christmas
What happened after that
Ain’t nobody’s business!
Simona A. Brinson
Inspired by the love of Calondra McCarter for her man, Greg McCarter. Thank you for sharing your love.
Photos: Courtesy of Calondra McCarter
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Why is it that we try to fill ourselves from empty jars? Sure, he’s a beautiful vessel–Tall, dark, handsome, and smooth. But his vessel is empty, devoid of the capacity to give, to nourish, to replenish. So empty, in fact, that he can’t even accept what you’re pouring into him. You can pour and pour and pour, but he will never have the capacity to reciprocate. Why? Because there can be no reciprocity when you’re pouring into a sieve. So why keep pouring?
Simona A. Brinson
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I hadn’t written a poem since December 22, 2019. Then on December 23rd I decided it was time to work my creative muscle. Within minutes of finishing that poem, I had written another one, which was completed on December 4th at 12:15am. I decided right then and there to challenge myself to write a poem a day for the next 365 days. I am up for the challenge!
Oppose me
So that I may rise
From this slumbering sleep
Oppose me
With your venomous vile
I will not wane nor weep
Oppose me
For my wings needs stretching
As I prepare for flight
Oppose me
With flaming words of fire
And watch my soul ignite
Simona A. Brinson
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“Who Are You?”
I remember about 15 years ago my cousin asked me that very question. I began with: I am a mother, a wife… She stopped me immediately. She told me that those were a list of titles, not who I am. I was perplexed and though I tried, I had a hard time grasping the concept.
Fast forward 9 years – I was asked to write a bio introducing myself in a company “Getting To Know You” section of the newsletter. I looked at other employee bios that had been spotlighted. They were the standard:
Hello! My name is Suzy Qu. I am from Nowhere, FL. I have been working at XYZ as a counselor for 15 years. I have 3 beautiful children and have been married to the love of my life for 22 years. My interests are swimming, cake decorating, gardening and dancing.
They were all so cookie-cutter-blah. Some of them read like personal ads. I had such a hard time being cookie cutter. For three days I tried but the words that came just seemed inauthentic. Then one night, I recalled my cousin’s question: Who are you? At this time in my life, I knew the answer to this question. I spent the next hour writing my bio and submitted it the next morning. By mid-afternoon, I received a reply stating that it was too long. Now mind you, they provided me no parameters to begin with. I was asked to shorten it. Well, it couldn’t be shortened, at least from my perspective because I had introduced myself in the most authentic way possible.
I was not willing to bend to the status quo. I wasn’t willing to stand in line with all of the other lost identities to gain acceptance. I am not my circumstances. I am not what I do for a living. I am a not a list of titles given to me by society or via another’s perceptions of who I am. Needless to say, I was not featured in the newsletter. I was perfectly fine with that.
So, who am I?
Who are you?
If you have never thought about it, I encourage you to step out of your comfort zone do so. Try to loosen your hold on some of your false identities. Open yourself up to the possibility of the beauty of your complexity. There is freedom in knowing who you truly are.
I would love to hear about what you discover, please share your thoughts!
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