growth poems

Graceful | Roger Still

They asked me
the most important
feature, and I said
Give yourself the grace
to be imperfect
improving over time
No one gets everything
right out the gate.

Novice | Roger Still

Young and growing, I am
the spine trying to raise
up strong, you probably
don’t remember me, but
we used to be the same.

Hive | JD DeHart

What if our feet, with
comfortable cacophony, fell
forward together
and what if our minds, at
one time, tuned to each
other so that upon parting
lips we finished each other’s
thoughts, feelings, even will,
always moving forward
always gaining ground.

Pusilanimouse | Roger Still

He’s a cowardly mouse
who hides behind
everything, until finally
he finds that inner strength,
discovers he
knows
how to use an axe (!)
and then overtakes
the small universe
inside the wall.

Cusp | Natalie Bentley

I am on the border
of something new,
an unfulfilled old promise
tucked away, moth-eaten,
now waving
hello again after a long
hibernation.

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