cadence

September 7, 2017 § Leave a comment

rhythmic syllables spin within your mind
more often than dialogue or data  
whispering, floating mantras 
cadences and choruses, gently dipping
and rising, like carousels of phrase
and with each circle 
the sounds cling more closely together
gathering by necessity,
spinning into song with centrifugal fervor, 
overflowing outward
onward, upward…
and the world can’t help but swallow them whole

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reason

September 5, 2017 § 2 Comments

sometimes the wonder
is just all too great to hold 
so, I write a poem

difference

September 3, 2017 § 2 Comments

the moments that feel 
the most changed, are those that start
and end without thoughts you

same.

January 22, 2017 § 2 Comments

as a current
dances downstream,
our blood,
mine and yours, it flows
together, paced
by gravity, our hearts with rhythm
aligned, beating in time
we’re all the same.

the atoms that are you
are also mine
a beautiful composition
we’re the same
as every tree
inhaling the breath
the world pours out, and giving
back the same.

we honor the sun
for its warmth
that reaches us, all, always,
we confide in the moon
with secrets and lies
for days, nights, lights, tides
the them, it doesn’t comprehend
it’s only we. it’s you, it’s me.

it’s the stars, the mystery above us all,
that need to fall, push darkness down
into our cluttered houses, and minds
open our doors, to an unknown cold
take the roofs off our protected states
of mind, urge us to step outside
and listen.
do you hear the sound?

it’s you and it’s me,
one heart that belongs
to the ground,
from whence it came
born of the earth
a heart that beats
with every other being that surrounds
it can’t see, it can only be
aligned, beating in time,

we’re all the same.

sight.

March 24, 2015 § Leave a comment

perhaps it was the night before last, when I saw it behind my eyelids  swimming amongst my confusing dreams.

or perhaps it was dancing on my ceiling when my phones persistent hum woke me this morning. 

or maybe I saw it painted on the road, etched into a metal sign, emblazoned by a plane into the afternoon sky, when I was driving from here to somewhere.

but i saw it so very clearly, like a new and wonderful color, like a siren interrupting your sleep, like jumping into the air and landing in a pool of icy water.

and it was so unbearably bright,

I couldn’t stop staring.

feather

December 16, 2014 § Leave a comment

most days I’m a feather clinging to the wing of a multicolored bird
quivering from the wind, but always returning to the place where I belong
blending and fading with the soft abyss of surrounding comfort, I wait.

some days I’m the multicolored bird piercing the sky
flying with the wind, at such a height that makes my colors melt
into one single, perfect hue, blending into the welcome air, I soar.

but today I am the sky, an expanse filled with possibility, with fear
propelling the wind, but quivering and melting, fading and flying
I don’t leave or return because I’m already here, so I breathe.

seasonal

December 4, 2014 § 1 Comment

when it’s dark
too early, and I’m driving home from work
my headlights guiding my car’s path
I always wish for spring
but suddenly I worry
that when spring arrives
and it rains
too much, and I’m driving home from work
my wipers guiding my car’s path
I will always wish for fall

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