Poetry by Willa C. Gaitanis

 

Changing the Conversation

(Dedicated to the Future)

What is the power of the spoken word?
'Tis but to liberate and free one's spirit.
What is the power of the unspoken word.
Tis but to imprison he who would not hear it.
 
So then how does one free the icicles from the tongue?
How does one galvanize to action and overcome?
Perhaps with the heat of passion to melt the ice.
Perhaps an all-encompassing desire will suffice.
 
Taking charge of the conversation is a mighty risk.
But no less than the one if that conversation did not exist.
Strategize how,... and this can be done....
Take a baby step now and then a giant one.
 
Hold a discussion of the possibilities that exist,
And converse along the lines of the extent to which....
Hone in on actions that bring you closer to your goal
Through values that steady and center your soul.
 
Feel your way over unfamiliar ground.
Discover the reasons that your passions abound.
Focus entirely on a complete exchange.
Learn from each moment a fuller spectrum or range.
 
Dig deeply into meanings and understand the intent.
Go boldly ahead armed with fire without repent.
Confront the waves only tangentially.
Ducking under and over sequentially.
 
Teach them to talk if there is no dialogue.
Provide them space if there is only a monologue.
Remove the tension through safe conversation;
Discover the future and join hands in elation.
 

  

 

A Walk in the Forest


Have you ever gone for a walk in the forest
In search of guidance like a medieval folklorist?
In search of a place that rekindles your spirit,
The air is so pure, you must surely be near it.
 
As your feet tread over countless homes below,
You feel like a giant but deep down you know
You are but a speck in the whole universe
Like so many before... you are not the first.
 
You head off through vines, honeysuckle and weeds,
The dewy wet grass hitching a ride for its seeds.
And as the trees thicken and begin to get taller,
The undergrowth changes and tends to get smaller.
 
For this is the land where no light gets through
Except for the light that travels disguised within you.
Winding your way over winter green and laurel
The beauty is serene; you are part of this marvel.
 
To find your path you gaze all around
Do you make decisions or just walk the ground?
Your feet continue to eat up the way
Past thickets 'n' brush where life is at play.
 
And suddenly there is a clearing up ahead,
Giant pines form the border and spruce on the edge.
Majestically the spruce stands alone in its hue
Spreading its strength everywhere in a glorious blue.
 
And you know that your serach is complete
For it is not a path that you so diligently seek.
But rather your bliss that you alone have defined
And while looking back your path you will find.