Small moments in time take me to large places in my mind, and I must write.
Shaken Not Stirred (still standing)
To be strong
A trait that envelopes me
Carrying me through life’s trials and tribulations
Choosing to strive rather than sink
To be bruised
Yet motivated to move on
I am the victor when challenges seem impossible
Amidst battles that mold me along the way
To be dynamic
A persona that requires no effort
As it branches out like battle scars
Through armor that has flaked and fallen away
To be awesome
A compliment that I never use for myself
But I must admit it reflects ME
Through the tears of burdens that have been overcome
To be flirty
In a subtle but definite way
An attribute that flows with ease
Until a gentle blush glows through my cocoa complexion and I shy away
To be romantic
Creating my own fairytale of love
With a willingness to give as good as I get
And a desire for more and more and . . .
To be passionate
Abandoning my heart completely
Fearing nothing and striving for everything
Allowing vulnerability to whoever comes my way
To be worthy
Of someone who is my equal on every level
Deserving more than has ever before been offered
Patiently anticipating he who is the one
To be shaken not stirred
Living and loving and laughing
Standing on one of life’s many fault lines
Shaken but not stirred
© 2011 M.Tonnette

A beautiful poem, M. Full of yearning and hope. Very nice.
Thank you Charlesmashburn.
Nicely done. Your cookies look awesome–I like you how mix food and words.
Thanks Liz. Poetry & baking go hand in hand for me, and they bring me peace.