not yet written ~
13 Friday May 2022
Posted Poetry
in13 Friday May 2022
Posted Poetry
in13 Friday May 2022
Posted Poetry
in03 Tuesday May 2022
for a moment
(or a lifetime)
I forgot the way to breathe
the means to speak
I can’t recall
my name
was there before
I heard you
(whisper
me to life)
your fingers on
my pulse
forever (one more
time)
as if it were the only
my name betrayed
your voice
(echoes) of my heart
trapped
beneath your skin
breathed
(a sigh forgotten)
save for this
. . .
01 Sunday May 2022
was it intended
I find you
to forget everything
of loves I had thought would
be love
to forget how my dreams
were supposed to be safe –
not lost to the moment
your arms
wrapped around
I don’t know
I don’t care
why it is –
it is all
that I feel
from my oceans
my rivers
my tears
a moment I fall
without care for the end
forever returning
to the place
we begin
. . .
22 Friday Apr 2022
from a distant place
we wondered
to find this place
(we are)
tempting fate
each time your eyes
meet mine
wherever I was destined
tis only this
recalled
familiar (as a breath)
another place
and time
whatever hurts
these lessons leave
(promise I surrendered)
a store of dreams
unburdened
by my bed
carried my confession
to let (as you would have)
the truth I dared betray
to words
I left unsaid
. . .
22 Friday Apr 2022
Posted Poetry
insometimes
i get busy
sometimes a day
or maybe two
pass before
i realize
i’m missing thoughts
of you
there’s been no change
in weather –
predictions
of a jealous moon
moved to retribution
by shadows come
to bloom
the sun has dipped
beyond the trees
where even now –
twilight glows
as fear
remit by silence –
grace
in letting go
. . .
14 Thursday Apr 2022
Posted verse
inThe fancy things I like are nine hundred count sheets. Tea cups with matching saucers. And the things I love that aren’t fancy at all: old aprons and hankies. Dirt roads and dirt floors. Forsythia bushes, hardback books of poetry. And I like other things less than those but still; the sticky remains at the bottom of the cherry cobbler dish. The way cats sometimes run sideways. The presence of a rainbow in a puddle of oil. Jelly jars. Pine needles. Wash on a line. The tick-tock of clocks, the blue of the neon sign outside an old motel still open. The fact that there is an old motel still open. ❤
14 Thursday Apr 2022
Posted Poetry, Storytelling, verse
inTags
grace, life, love, seasons, some other way to home, time, truth, understanding
from these pages
what is written
will become
of all I am –
words I thought would hold
what’s left of you
from these stories
might you learn
of some other way
I loved –
breath that was
the only way I knew
tears to flood
an ocean –
I sailed into the sun
carried by my longing
with a wish
to understand
the whys for which
you stayed away –
longer lest I grieve
days I rose
to curse
these empty hands
. . .
06 Wednesday Apr 2022
Posted Poetry, spirituality
insometimes
my heart is broken
in the time it takes to bleed
for moments
there –
i can’t see the sun
was surely meant
to resurrect
the memory of us –
another chance
the universe is come
to heed again
my softest plea
aches
I cannot say
I miss the night
dreams it leaves behind
to reminisce
on places I’ve forgotten
how to grieve –
weighted now
in love we’ve yet
to find
. . .
03 Sunday Apr 2022
Posted Poetry, spirituality
incoincidence
has taught me well
the tenderness
of falling
sapphire blue horizons
pastures green
language
of another birth
a mother such as mine
carried me
buried me –
stayed the years
between
a sweet terrain
my body still
creates her destiny
abandoned maps
and loves
they couldn’t stay
a faithful moon
grieves alone –
the girl I used to be
forgotten roads
my soul has
worn away
. . .
Starry-eyed Writer, Cautious Philosopher, Hopeful Romantic
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