Cant say i believe
the words
spilling
from contraptions of reality
more digital than heart
the love is farce
and wounds bleed
while you step in line.
To listen to you
akin to the first
fire
shot.
Love has become cheap tequila
in an unsalted rim.
Im not gone.
Im not here.
Either i stay
or go.
I am in two places.
One teaches me endings are the beginnings.
The other is the beginning of a new day.
Do not love my words because you agree. Do not follow my lead.
Please savor words that cause you to breathe. Surrender a bit deeper. Please venture to places you have never been.
Do not bother to know me. Please seek your self. Always at the end.
he makes her wait
goes slow
tears down the wall
calls low
bonded to each other
both grow
And all peace
to pass understanding
seed in sheath
breath brushed past
remove the body
before Heaven’s brand
The summer
sails by
swift on the wind
too fast
to hold the petalled lips.
Too hot
to absorb the days
the sun sinks.
Mood ring
I once put on
to watch the colors change.
And when the colors
didn’t align
with how i wanted things
the ring came off
and drowned in ebony.
And i wash away everything
everything within sight.
To be still in heaven’s light.
And pray tomorrow never comes.
darkness
our need to understand
the misunderstood
thrashes about
a moonless, midnight path
warning us to be careful with our falling words
dangerous to dwell in the cave
reality morphs into nightmares
forevermore a life balance
derelict actions swallowed up
in the abyss
a worn winter’s welcome
between the narrow path of wisdom
and the unassuming curves of knowledge.
With home in the distance
and the dandelion chains grounded,
i jostle my memory again
dream of days spent carefree.
Watching butterfly wings grace grasses
—grown, in a star’s twinkle
home.
Seeking out salamander’s rock ledge.
Finding fox’s buried bones emerge.
Dipping toes in granite pond.
Stirring grandma in the kitchen.
Windowsill of blue jar pickles.
Pies and noodles baked delicious.
As the cow’s path erodes.
Yesterday, trE posted a challenge to write a nostalgic childhood memory in five words, on her blog: A Cornered Gurl . I took it a step further and wrote a poem as I recalled the magical summers on the farm.
Life is bittersweet. Under the layer of happiness is another layer of grief. And we build the mountains steep.
Two feet
two worlds
two breaths
one girl
Three words
one mouth
one tongue
his love
