I unshelved her today
Blew off the shame dust
And brought her to life
As I listened to the crackling spine
And opened her soul to read each page
A sentimental flavor lingered in my mouth As I tasted every word and sentence.
I miss her laugh, her eyes, her jokes
I miss her mischievous ways
I need to read on and let her out
The story that has been in the dark, untold.
I went inside a story line
So forgotten, so far back
A warm smile formed upon my heart
As I greeted the dancer, the painter, the poet.
As I dip my toes in the ocean of her
I wanted to jump in and swim
Like a child unafraid of the endless bottom Or the shapeless forms that lurk there.
As the day closed
I shelved her once again
But not as I had yesterday
For this little journey has made me brave to shed the she and walk into me.
Each tomorrow
will enjoy more un-shelved moments ‘til I love being in my skin
And I am free to be left out in the open A book for anyone to read.
Author Bio:
Nanci first began writing poetry when she was fifteen years old. She recalls sitting alone on the deck of her mother’s house where, on moonlit nights, she would feel so overwhelmed with the pang of romance of the moon’s holy invitation that it was too much for her to keep inside. Nanci realized she had to express her feelings and experiences even if only for a piece of paper to see. And when it came out onto the paper she felt real, poignant and a sense of release.
Nanci Stoeffler was born in New Jersey, grew up in Indiana and now resides in Kansas City, Missouri where she works in Communications in her church. She attended Cincinnati Christian University where she received a degree in Biblical studies with a psychology emphasis. Along with writing poetry, Nanci also enjoys creating expressionistic artwork, singing and is learning to play the djembe drum.
Blew off the shame dust
And brought her to life
As I listened to the crackling spine
And opened her soul to read each page
A sentimental flavor lingered in my mouth As I tasted every word and sentence.
I miss her laugh, her eyes, her jokes
I miss her mischievous ways
I need to read on and let her out
The story that has been in the dark, untold.
I went inside a story line
So forgotten, so far back
A warm smile formed upon my heart
As I greeted the dancer, the painter, the poet.
As I dip my toes in the ocean of her
I wanted to jump in and swim
Like a child unafraid of the endless bottom Or the shapeless forms that lurk there.
As the day closed
I shelved her once again
But not as I had yesterday
For this little journey has made me brave to shed the she and walk into me.
Each tomorrow
will enjoy more un-shelved moments ‘til I love being in my skin
And I am free to be left out in the open A book for anyone to read.
Author Bio:
Nanci first began writing poetry when she was fifteen years old. She recalls sitting alone on the deck of her mother’s house where, on moonlit nights, she would feel so overwhelmed with the pang of romance of the moon’s holy invitation that it was too much for her to keep inside. Nanci realized she had to express her feelings and experiences even if only for a piece of paper to see. And when it came out onto the paper she felt real, poignant and a sense of release.
Nanci Stoeffler was born in New Jersey, grew up in Indiana and now resides in Kansas City, Missouri where she works in Communications in her church. She attended Cincinnati Christian University where she received a degree in Biblical studies with a psychology emphasis. Along with writing poetry, Nanci also enjoys creating expressionistic artwork, singing and is learning to play the djembe drum.
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