Calling

•June 30, 2020 • Leave a Comment

Today my brain wears her sharp edges
And the soft breeze rubs my thick skin raw
The fly and the pill bug seem friendly
And the ivy beside me does crawl

I thought my soul buzzed with dysfunction
After too long of nothing at all
When hydrangeas in hand explained gently
I was simply receiving a call

-me


Artwork: Miss Pink Hydrangea, by Cazamic.com

Too Much

•June 11, 2020 • Leave a Comment

I live
And love
In a world
Of some
Wild making
Where breezes
Bring my baptism
Where nature sings
From sobbing hymnals
Where scents do sting
With nostalgia unrelenting
Where colors flood and
Drown me completely
And where connection fills
And cracks and cuts me so
Fast to my quick
Leaving me
Pained
Curled up
And bleeding
Begging
To once again be
Numb
I live
And love
In a world
Where I feel
Too much
Or not
At all

-me

Feast

•June 10, 2020 • Leave a Comment

Her bones
Bear the same
Hue
And weight
Of our dining
Room chairs
Does she
Know
The corner
From which
You fated
Her to stare
While
I sit
And eat
Our memory

-me


Photo from the catacombs of Paris

Before Dawn

•May 27, 2020 • Leave a Comment

That morning
As we packed
For you to leave
The fog fell so heavy
That each end of my street
Looked like the edge of the world
And early birdsong echoed so, beautiful
But sad, all around as if they knew
That the end of my street
Was indeed the edge
Of this world

-me

Word and Void

•May 26, 2020 • Leave a Comment

When I feel too much
I scream into the void
And stupidly wait
To hear a new echo
Traveling back to me

-me


Drawing: The Word and the Void,
by Ti Bradshaw

Rue

•May 20, 2020 • Leave a Comment

With my senses
Underwater
The rush drowns out
All other sound
With my head above
The surface
Her songs of caution
Circle round
With an inhale
And a holding
My body finds
A letting go
With my being buoyant
Floating
Both whirl and wisdom
Mingle so

-me


Photography: Ophelia series, Dorota Gorecka

Offering

•May 20, 2020 • Leave a Comment

Trembling
Take
Her
From
My
Hand
She
Was
Filled
With
Sand
Now
Softening

-me


Painting: The Offering, by Noel Suarez

Owned

•May 17, 2020 • Leave a Comment

She adjusted so quickly
To collar and bell
The black leather it suited
And fit her quite well
Silver studs showed the cosmos
Blue stars cut with her name
Her whole universe shifted
She was never the same

-me

The Hours

•May 12, 2020 • Leave a Comment

Of possible
Happiness
That evening
Being tucked in
Kissed
On the forehead
Told goodnight
And knowing
With the certainty
Of a child
That there had to be
So many more
Nights like this
I slept securely
But forever
Is always
Impossible

-me


Painting: Child Sleeping, by Patti Trostle

I am

•May 10, 2020 • Leave a Comment

I am
A beast
Who barks
At ticking
Time
I am
A Glass chime
Winking at
The wind
I am
A budding
Tulip soft
In spring
I am
A bamboo shoot
To torture
Men

-me

Painting: Bamboo Shoots in Spring, by Wu Guanzhong

 
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