Origami

Oh how I am perfectly formed my edges caressed, shaped, and placed in a pattern by a steady hand. Set on a shelf for those who came across the sea, to see and purchase me. I am propped between two, one a dragon and the other a swan. I sit quietly to be picked and loved. I long to sink some root down but at last I realize how I am not truly able to do that. Growing is not in my character; I am more a caricature, only there to express spring. My petals sing with bright colors to distract the eye. That way I can trick a sojourning shoulder trying to stay alive into buying this fake glory. I am holding onto the idea of being real and seal the thought of not feeling this hole deep within my papers seams. Seen as a work of art only represents time spent, more like wasted. The taste of lies fills your heart and I am glad only because you see me sitting crowded between many things. Things not creatures; created by an earthy man humbly bowing over plain sheets. I was once in that place waiting to be created. Thinking of what I might be: A plane to soar across great plains and over seas, a frog with bent knees hoping from a sense of jubilee, or even a crane bending great distances from the tops of trees. Yet I meekly was pressed into the meadows stars. Shinning on a summers day, listening to the children play. How we sway to a cool breeze, to tease the rocks and grass only seen through a magnifying glass. Sounds great but that’s only what I see from my ledge of a home. Out the windowsill I see me as I wish to be. Yet still I sit quietly thinking that will never be, for I am just a fake flower charming known as origami.

Alms Come In Many Forms

Life lessons are to be learned.
Not by the strong but the meek.
Seek and you shall find,
Knocking on life’s door will ensure its opening.
As told by the teacher, “Ask and you shall receive.”
Like the eye of the blind,
Who has a remnant of clay upon their brow.
Only now open to see the beauty all around.
Like the feet of the lame,
Who dance with joy upon the city’s street.
Out to meet the passerby’s, causing interest, and to preach.
Telling a story of a man
Who simply and sincerely expressed follow me.
Upon following Him, he grants the ability to see and dance,
And not just physically.
Helping us who know the story’s end,
To lend a helping hand.
Pulling another from the mire to inspire his own song and dance.