My head twirls
along with the winds
that harken new times.
Times of newness,
times with old things.
*
Protect myself from
my own lacking.
Divide myself,
and then pick every piece
to multiply my being.
*
It is tough
to not live like this.
Like this, where
my head twirls
with every twirling wisp
that beckons my future.
Particularly Interested 
this poem feels like a promise, a girl’s promise.
It sure is. A girl’s and also a new woman’s. Life indeed is worth rejoicing.
A beautiful poem. I like “winds that harken new times” – they are exciting and frightening at the same time.
I like it when such things are a mixture of both. Just one feeling is slightly, well, one.
“Protect myself from my own lacking.” But surely, I think you lack nothing, Priya. You seem to be blessed with an endless supply of talents.
Perfection would make me dull, Linda. You know that!
True, but you come close. ;-)…oops, not to being dull, to being perfect w/o being dull. Whew. Tangled in my own dull words, there.
Happens sometimes, doesn’t it? Getting tangled in one’s own words? Proves that you have a thinking mind! At least that’s how I console myself.
“Protect myself from… my own lacking…Divide myself…and then pick every piece….to multiply my being” – One word for these lines; which is “Beautiful”. I liked this poem a lot.
I like it, too, Arindam. It speaks much, without saying too much. Thank you for your appreciation. Always happy to write something that agrees with someone else, too.
Priya I’m always in awe at your skill with words.
Like Arindam I keep going back and re-reading that middle stanza:
“Protect myself from/my own lacking./ Divide myself,/ and then pick every piece/ to multiply my being.”
It’s a brilliant poem for a new Mother rejoicing in her new role.
Rosie, I admire your skill with words — the way you effortlessly make a reader at home.
Being a new mother is great. except when your lil’ munchkin has a runny nose! she woke up as i was typing to you. now she’s in my arms, waiting to be hugged more! gotta go!
aw Priya give her a big hug and kiss from her Rosie auntie .. 🙂
She’s better already! It must be your hug.