I can see through you,
trying to disguise yourself
and using other bodies as vessels
just to get to me
as I try to push you away.
I admire your persistence though.
I would probably do the same thing
myself.
Tag: writing
anxiously vibrating
Too anxious to sit still
but too tired to move around
so I am here, stuck,
vibrating through my stationary body
with energy strong enough
to boil a pot of water.
Chase the spaces
Chase the spaces
that seem too far away,
then observe with wonder
how you can expand
to fill them.
might destroy
Trying to find the words
I want to say to you,
and nothing but the raw,
honest truth can capture
my thoughts appropriately.
Except,
to say the raw and honest
might destroy both of us.
So instead,
I toss around a few safe and
common words,
but mostly say nothing at all.
I tell myself, ‘it’s better this way’,
but my ruminating thoughts of you
lead me to believe otherwise.
the tidal wave
I have stayed away,
kept my distance,
for fear that if I came too close
and opened the door
the tidal wave would erupt,
tearing down the door and the frame
with nothing to stop the water
until it slowed down to a stream.
I thought I needed time,
more lumber and nails,
to build the frame stronger
to make it withstand the force
building. I could feel it building
against the back of my eyes
within the cage of my chest
around the bones in my hands.
To wait just a while longer
would allow the wave to rescind
and I could open the door just a crack,
letting out the water I wanted,
under my control.
Believed this, I did.
Now, here I stand,
with the door open wide
and only a trickle of water passing
around and over my feet.
The anticipated wave is gone,
and only a small, calm pond lies
in the distance.
I was ready for the wave.
I expected and wanted it.
Still it has not come
leaving my dry skin uncomfortable
like a garden yearning to grow
with the promise of rain
that never delivers.
The wave will come again I know
to not be denied past my door.
I can only guess when or where
but I will be there
armed with paper and a pen.
early morning glow
Strange, how
the early morning glow and warmth
rests upon my eyes in a new way,
like I have never before sat in the kitchen
eating breakfast before work
and looked outside to the world waking up.
It must have happened before,
years before,
and days too many to count.
How unfortunate
to think of those mornings unappreciated,
showing up to start anew
yet passing by my clouded eyes,
gone.
my mind in poem bedlam
I started to share
all my thoughts with the world,
but have been silent of late
with my brow slightly furrowed.
For although silent online,
I have been anything but.
Filling pages and pages
with words, commas and dots.
I have been writing and writing,
words pouring from my heart.
Running out ink from my pen
on topics hopeful and dark.
But although all my writing
has filled over a book,
flipping through the pages
makes me take away a look.
Some I want to keep private,
so not to cause concern.
Others I am proud to share,
for their publicity, I yearn.
There are too many to choose from
and all good in my mind,
so I elect to post none
and another writing book find.
Is this choice right? Maybe not,
but still writing I am.
Let the words fall where they may,
my mind in poem bedlam.
What to make of this
Days, evenings,
once demanding planning
preparation and time away
now look at me with blank stares
seeking purpose, fulfillment.
What to make of this newfound time,
this gift, this opportunity.
What to make of my racing mind
battling unease
grasping for structure
where there is none.
footsteps, furniture and new voices
The floor creaks under the weight
of footsteps, new and many.
Bodies rest upon furniture, furniture
which scarcely receives human contact.
Laughter and conversation
ring through the air,
of all ages and volumes.
Pushing us beyond comfort
for a few days
brings new appreciation for retreating
back, into routine and calm.
Despite temporary discomfort,
the footsteps, furniture and new voices
mean family and love are near.
Practice gratitude, and embrace
this chance, to fill your heart.
fresh
Time for a fresh start
a new beginning
in a path
I already find myself in the middle of.
Blow fresh wind into my sails
shine light anew upon the darkened corners
of my inner self
where I always felt
alone and confused and restless
upon emerging from the shadows cast there.
Bestow a new way forward
which can both replace and refresh
my projected journey
into the valley lying ahead.
Dawning Words 