Half Full

•May 6, 2017 • 3 Comments

My fingertips can feel again
They’d been numb for quite awhile
Oh such things
To do with them
This tapping time was not my style

My palms are warming plump again
The chilly fists they’d made are free
To press them on
The pulsing world
This holding empty was not me

My hands are reaching out again
With friction ridge and patterned palm
Toward sanguine space
Where instincts play
This beckoning could be my balm

-a.r.

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Painting: The Dance By Penny Warden

Half Empty

•May 3, 2017 • Leave a Comment

I was dead
In future moments
So I gladly wept and leapt
With pessimism’s groaning
Melodies whispered in my ear
A moaning of such sweet surrender
Dissenting sighs of rest and resignation
A momentary melancholic lullaby
Without much meaning or making
My home without itself to master
Which was everything to spite
Me as nothing empty
From this moment
I was born

-a.r.

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Painting: Optimism v/s Pessimism by Lokesh Mandot

Meta

•April 6, 2017 • Leave a Comment

The dark side of the butterfly
Barely encased but still
She takes her time
She liquefies
Till she rebuilds and battles out
To rise

-a.r.

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Image: Butterfly By Aldana on deviantart.com

Mirror on the Ceiling

•March 7, 2017 • 2 Comments

my bed left
unmade
the undoing
of a dream
completed
“me”
once reflected
by the fantasy
fragmented
“we”

-a.r.

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Artwork by Alex Alemany

Nascent

•February 20, 2017 • 3 Comments

There is a scent
Of sun and summer
I’ve tried so desperately
To capture
This year it has come early
That smell of cotton
Crackling
Under ultraviolet slivers
Stretched on bedsheets
And a heady breeze of greens
Simmered
Slowly
Southern
This new nostalgic mix
Of daylight crisp
And earthy meal
I’d like to wrest
Such better words
From wafting feel
But all I keep as I breathe deep
Is nascent possibility
At best

-a.r.

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Painting by Lynne French, available at Lynnefrenchdesigns on Etsy

Sheets

•February 10, 2017 • 7 Comments

 

He prefers the sheets left all messy
Ellipses in his story
She liked
Her bed made
P e r i o d
One dot sometimes three
Full stop turns to free
An invitation to keep right on dreaming

-a.r…

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Painting by Vladimir Kush

Temperate

•February 7, 2017 • 2 Comments

The radiator clinks
Like pebbles in a tin can
Clanking out a Morse code
Warmth is coming
Settle your soul

-a.r.

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Photograph: Orchid & Radiator by Matt Zory

 
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