Each day there is a moment a silent self regard to accept the hurt unspoken to admit that things are hard. In these tearful pauses, remember, to take in breath and center. Trust the calm spaces within your soul, give faith permission to enter. And there, in that moment, say thank you. Thank you. becauseContinue reading “Shanti”
Loving is not hard. It is as simple as breathing out and breathing in. What is difficult, truly sharp, is knowing how to make more love. It is all well and good for me to love you to cup your heart in my hands, and marvel at its beauty. Consider your wondrous texture and depth.Continue reading “Pebble love”
She had not considered the way her struggles nourished her, kneaded her stubbornness into fragrant bread for mana. There is wisdom in challenge. She had not realized the way her pains would assist her, pause her mouth and still her ego when friendship called for sensitivity. There is respect in pain. She had not imaginedContinue reading “Airborne Instruction”
Have we become less then? Has time taken that moment from us, driven connections away and left me unaware of its passing me? It is like my mind knows, but my heart refuses. Dimly my head wants to hide, in covers rich with scented yesterdays, and not acknowledge the open cut that is my distanceContinue reading “Ending of a poem”
Where did your soul go so long ago? When did its knowing disappear? Why did that fragile shoulder give and let slip apart your dream? Where did your soul go? Now crimson like the blood that pours from the wounds that you inflict. Uncaring of your company. Watch out you do not sliver into someContinue reading “Poison tongue.”
Someone on the bus today shriveled up and blew away. No one saw them, no one knew, the loneliness that grew and grew. No one smiled to see them there Not a single glance, or compassionate stare, leveled at their desperate eye as they struggled not to cry.
I am shipwrecked by you. Tangled in your seaweed. Tossed by your waves. Never certain if it is undertow, or emotion, that grabs and pulls my ankle toward you. I cannot define this crash of mine. It is like unexpected water with sudden chance of fish. Changeable like the weather, but startlingly beautiful in placesContinue reading “Drowning upward”
Like a quiet breeze you sit next to me. Leg crossed elegantly over thigh made more elegant by the lack of your noticing. The way you love silence, amuses me. Transversing the well trod pathways of your mind and memory. Lingering on a phrase remembered for only an hour or twenty. My heart lingers onContinue reading “Comfortable silence”
There are parts of you that make me purr lift the hairs on my back and make my eyes close into a happy slant. There are parts of you that make me growl bring my hackles up and my ears down wanting to bite your ankle. You have opinions I share with precise lazer-like clarity.Continue reading “Learning curve”
I want to hole up inside the folds of one of your smiles. Peek out only sometimes to see the sun rise and sunset. I want to dwell in the curve of your cheek contented and calmed in the smooth joy that is a part of your very skin. I want to remember myself asContinue reading “Z”
Chilled like a glass my heart wanders into reflections of moist heat and shatters from too much, too soon. Ah! the splinters come to lead a path of red ribbon woe straight into my tired eyelids. Wrinkled copies of beloved words that have memorized themselves into the fabric of my skin, are making homes inContinue reading “The stark truth is a poem”
It feels finely pressed, this pale red smile like a flower petal faded, but still good yeah, still good. I have known so many frowns but not all of them were mine, or meant there were angry faces. My memories grow more loved each day that passes into age. 20 gone, now 30, now 40..Continue reading “Press here”
Part these lips. Show them what speaking in tongues is really all about. Deduct from my spine these endless streams of numbers crunching. Let loose the ribbons cut them into pieces of flesh sewn together by scraps of humanity. Drown my fears in cups of tea and sympathy. Show me the virtue in beginnings.
closed eyelid ready to roar listing sideways walk through a door and wonder as you wander just what just what just what is all this walking for? furrowed eyebrow curdled milk slippery slope like ancient silk as we tumble and bumble down down down another rabbits hole. Let us be thankful for little sips ofContinue reading “Pinched expression”
He always thought space would be cold but her fiery passion was like the sun able, with one touch, to singe his soul and sweep away the dark side of his moon. He was caught in her orbit effortlessly spinning. Hanging on the stars in her eyes and somehow, despite himself, he felt a humbleContinue reading “Stardust on his shoes”
My heart is trapped in his gaze. Timeless, I live here. What is tomorrow? What is today? I am only this moment. This one perfect note in a sea of sounds that resonates like a bell straight to my souls lost places.
She echoed in the dim light, her straight black hair leaving memories, as she walked with head tilted down contemplating smaller beings seldom noticed and appreciated. Her hands cause a sensation, wrapped as they are , around a basket filled to the brim with poppies and snakes. I think it is mostly the snakes. SheContinue reading “Poppy”
To retain that small measure of what is human I give over to pain. I let it mock me, let it gaze with cheerful leering, into the hopelessness of my outer soul. I let it feel victorious and complacent. For there is more to a soul than what lies on the surface. There is fireContinue reading “Small speck of determination”
Don’t I know it, those burned bits of you left smoldering in the air waiting for the brimstone to come almost recklessly awaiting the ease of sorrow whilst knowing the pain it will bring. Don’t I know it, those lost shattered fragments that cut deep into palms and leave a copper goodbye letter. Horrifying lastContinue reading “Know it.”
I walk this pace, more a shuffle step then, a tap, tap, tap. My knees bear witness to the leverage of my hips as I manage my shifting viewpoints. I imagine my smile would spark more conversations if it were just a smidge less crooked and more bright. But the dutiful day full of questioningContinue reading “I walk this pace”