There it is.
I thought I had lost it
let it fall through my fingers
all the while watching
it fall.
At the last moment
with focus re-tuned
reaching, grasping,
I caught it.
There it is.
Tag: paper
up and out
Heat growing, building,
turning a darker, deeper shade of red
with each passing minute.
Transferring,
separating particles from each other.
Expanding,
until there is nowhere else
for the steam to go
but up
and out.
Eventually
the same will happen to me
as it has before.
With no where to go
but up, and out,
my lid will rattle
and bounce around
making music.
A new color
A new color
rooted in natural with a new
hue of freshness.
Fresh ends cut
to absorb the new life around them,
time to start anew.
Sometimes the things little
expand into vast valleys
calling out for explorers
to test the new terrain.
different us.
I dreamt of you last night
or at least
I thought it was you.
Different than I remembered;
different beginning
different ending
different us.
Ah, what might have been
and what will never be.
Four years ago
Four years ago you left us
to find a brand new home,
among the sunshine, cloud and blue;
time to venture out on your own.
Four years ago you left us
I remember it like yesterday,
away from home, I got the call
that you had passed away.
Four years ago you left us
I remember our last hug,
your strong arms and deep voice both still there
that today, still run through my blood.
Four years ago you left us
on all of us, it’s been hard.
You live on and strong, now and forever;
in peppermints, baseball or a playing card.
Four years ago you left us
I still wish it wasn’t so.
But I dream of seeing you again someday
and into your arms I will go.
Light me up
Light me up,
now,
like the flame instantly flaring
upon the wooden match
scratched and dragged across
the igniter.
Make friction.
Scratch me, drag me and
light me up.
I want to burn.
Watch me burn.
these hands
My, what these hands have touched,
carried
and blockaded,
held
and transformed,
prepared to hoist my body
upright off from off the floor
or raise up while my head lowers
in humility,
hold your hand, touch your face
feel your heart beat
for me, or so I thought.
They feel weathered, yet strong,
predicting the forecasted weather
ready to protect me.
I look down to admire
the scars, calluses and salted stains
that you helped to put there
and I thank you
for my hands are now ready
for any battle.
you aren’t
You look the part.
You look, feel and act as though you
were it, the real thing.
But we both know you aren’t
and soon, everyone else will too.
Please Try Again
It starts at the pelvis.
A pre-battle cry
heard so often, so often before.
My body instinctively crouches down
with rain clouds building behind my eyes,
a cold wind at their heels.
Painful numbness
settling in, setting up camp
to offer reassurance that it’s there,
still there.
Waking me up from sleep so deep,
jolting me back to Earth from a daydream,
twisting and turning my innards from behind,
singing a song
“Remember, remember,
dandelions, shooting stars and wishes
have failed you.
There is no one here with you,
you’ll have to try again.”
The message rings out loud and clear:
Please Try Again.
Rid the preconceptions
Come, rest your head a while
think not of things unnecessary.
Rather, think of nothing.
Clear your mind until it resembles
a bed with freshly cleaned sheets
untouched, unsat on,
unslept in,
waiting to envelop whoever arrives first.
Rid the preconceptions and
judgements residing now,
so that you may
await and absorb
the new, unexpected and changing
life you live
amongst your sheets.
Dawning Words 