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

Two Sides

•May 8, 2020 • Leave a Comment

My body
Rides
A simpler
Wave
To spite
The
Complication
My heart
She sighs
A softer
Play
Not quite
Her
Steely station

-me


Photpgraphy/Painting by Alexa Meade

Peace

•May 5, 2020 • Leave a Comment

I never knew
Mourning doves
Have soft blue eyes
Until I noticed her
Cooing up close
I guess being still
Can allow
For surprise
And connection
When it’s needed most

-me


Painting: Mourning Dove No. 5, by Allison Trentelman

Madness

•May 3, 2020 • Leave a Comment

Walking and writing
In circles they say love is
Frontal lobe damage

-me

Photograph: Straight Jacket, by Dusty5150 on deviantart.com

One Stone

•May 2, 2020 • Leave a Comment

Two mama birds
Battling
One besting the other
By the eye
Squawking and spinning
Mid-flight
And I
Am equal parts
Intrigued
And horrified
My heart is winning
This fight
And quite plucking out
My orbital
Mind

-me

 
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