Lean Back
Empty handed, palms open
Turning from the grasp of need
To Risk unknown happiness.
Abating effort
The driving force waivers~ stalls
Arcing backward into a shaft of morning sun.
Only once, in a field of poppies,
Wild blown and red by the road
Did I lean this far.
Then, and once upon another time,
A kiss splayed open the wrists
Revealing all had been surrendered.
DAILY
Ah, sweet surrender, and you embody it so beautifully in this photograph. And your poem makes me want to give it all up and float away.
J.
love the reaction…hope you’re floating away as I write. Thank you.
I really like your new website.
And I so enjoyed your poem Lean Back. Have tou published a book of your poetry?
Judy Bennett
Judy, so pleased you enjoyed “Lean Back.” No I haven’t published my poetry, but that would be a dream realized. Thank you for the encouragement. Means a lot.