Medusa Stares

What makes you stick to the past?

Is it an emotion

That clings onto you like an annoying song?

Anything you try

It can’t get out of your head.

All the same tune.

You add a little

Drum beat

To change the rhythm

Give it a kick with a hum,

Swinging it to diverge.

With a daring glance,

Repression will dance back to you.

It will flirt with your eyes,

Turning them color blind.

All you will see is black and white,

Until glands turn to the light.

Medusa’s on the hunt

For those already made of stone.

Through them, will she gain her power.

They cannot escape her fierce stare,

For their deepest fears are beyond repair.

Those brave enough to grab

Strands of memory by the hand,

Rejoice repetitive songs with a jiggle.

Like worms they wiggle out of

Imprisoning cocoons.

The bundle of silk,

Releasing any adjustment to the dark.

The newborns eye her serpent touch,

Rising far above her bewitching magic.

In their wings,

A splash of green.

Their delicate spread,

Like fine designs of origami.

Their sticky coat serving as an armor,

Shining healing spectrums of protection,

With precious hints of emerald.

owl

© Nicoletta

If this poem had a voice, this is what it would sing…

Enjoy the Ride

Shake

It

Off.

Relax.

Breathe

In

Deep.

Chillax.

See

Your Self

Face to face.

Embrace flaw

Praise each trace.

Open

Up

Your heart’s desire

Wipe away

Glistening beads of transpire.

Let

It

Go

Time will calmly

Let

you

know

It was worth the risk.

Take the plunge

Into the unknown.

Set off

Screeching alarms

Of the comfort zone.

Four-leaf clover

You’re in luck

All that’s left now

Is a pluck.

Close your eyes,

Clear your mind

Keep calm.

Enjoy

The ride.

© Nicoletta

If this poem had a voice, this is what it would sing…

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