Winnie Shows - Speaker, Author, Consultant

Poems about work and career as spiritual practice 

E Ticket

At my best,
I’m riding this wild roller coaster 
hands in the air,
head thrown back
mouth open
screaming for joy
with each up and down.

At my worst,
I’m folded and fetal,
afraid and afoul,
covering my head and my heart,
holding on for dear life.

Aaaah. Let’s do it again! 
 

The Goose

by Winnie Shows

Whoop! What was that???
The universe has goosed me again.

What did I do?
What didn’t I do?
What do I have to do or not do so you’ll stop that?

(Not do. Be.)

Okay ---
What should I be?
What shouldn’t I be?
What do I have to be or not be so this won’t happen again?

(silence)

I sit down gingerly and listen. 


Fear

I awakened
wrapped in fear
from head to toe.
I gathered it together, 
scraping it off my arms and legs,
removing its weight
from my chest and stomach,
flattened it out
then fluffed it up,
reshaped it
into a full-length fur
(fake, of course)
put it on
and got up to face the day

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