"Some Days"

 

            Some days, I long to write. My mind yearns to sit with pen clenched in fingers as I translate all the visions in my head into images spilling across the page. Or I spend endless hours with my laptop, creating new worlds peopled by my limitless imagination. I focus on a single meaning and play with a multitude of words until I find just the right combination of syllable. I fill page after page with my heart and soul, and still find more to say. I feel free. I feel young. I feel weightless. I am possibilities.

            Some days, I long to sing. I throw back my head and belt out a song with rapturous abandon. I scale through octaves like a diva. My voice becomes a mockingbird that imitates any singer my spirit desires. I croon lullabies and wail the blues. I feel powerful. I feel bold. I feel ecstasy. I am possibilities.



Belly Dancer by David Chapman

             Some days, I long to dance. I pirouette across the kitchen as I head out the door. I step-shuffle-step-step to the car. I shimmy as I drive to the store. In the parking lot, I perform perfect fan kicks over the grocery cart before I belly dance down the aisles. I feel daring. I feel vivacious. I feel sexy. I am possibilities!

Copyright 2013 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman

"I Want to Give You the World"

I want to give you the world  

with its promise    

with its pleasure     

with its plenitude   

I want to give you the world      

without the doubts    

without the debt   

without the desperation     

I want to give you the world   

with its splendor   

with its sunrises  

with its surprises    

I want to give you the world     

without the worry      

without the weaknesses     

without the wantonness   

I want to give you the world    

with its hope     

with its humor     

with its happiness     

Copyright 2011 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman