on loss
September 13, 2017 § Leave a comment
swimming into the space of without
having one fully there
and then not
you feel
so fully, and don’t believe
you’ve ever felt
as much as you do,
now,
that you’ve felt loss,
now
that you’ve felt thoughts
wring themselves dry
in your hands
so fully
I wonder
at the very same time
both, if I’ll ever have any more
thought
to think and if I’ll ever
be able to grasp
a moment of calm
when my mind isn’t
spinning
frantically in circles,
loss
that so fully awakens you
makes you
present, but oppressively
makes you
absent, presses every inch
of your mind, pulls every fiber
of your being apart, no matter who
made the decision
the call
the whisper of doubt
the degree
to which you feel is so
ever
present, here
pulling your tendons in
every direction
leaving you to fully feel
still, numb, torn, broken
loneliness though is a gift
of resilience
it gives
perspective
pulls together the heart
stitches it up
makes you wash your hair
toast your bread
get on with your day
keeps your heart
tapping, lungs
gasping, feet
stepping, hands
typing
albeit
pounding,
sharply,
numbly,
achingly,
at times
it’s amazing
despite the weight
the things you feel
when you let yourself
feel…
your mind
and heart and cells
are capable of expressing
everything, just cells,
pieces of the earth
we’re just pieces
of this place, yet
we feel so deeply
we think so profoundly
it’s a gift
I can’t express
my thanks
how lucky am I
to have met another soul,
perhaps, just once in this life,
who made me feel so
deeply
reason
September 5, 2017 § 2 Comments
sometimes the wonder
is just all too great to hold
so, I write a poem
syzygy
August 21, 2017 § 1 Comment
how beautiful, syzygy, suddenly interrupts
calls down to us, longingly, please, look up!
turn eyes skyward, widen narrow slits
blink away blurred vision, clouded with grit
a ball of fire, 400 times more grand
a small moonrock in orbit, like a grain of sand
and our home, still searching to someday be whole
filled with life, love, wanderers, and lonely souls
is it astronomical the three should align?
or a prophecy defined by expanses of time?
it’s the call from inky seas, wherein mysteries lie
it’s the only way we’re here, the pull from the sky
it spins us in circles as time passes and thus
we’re aligned in the orbit as they call, look at us!
we appear to be different, they might explain
the sun with an incredible pulse that sustains
and the moon, shining only with the sun’s selfless light
that gives without taking, yielding depth to the night
making peaceful patterns as we sleep and we wake
in diligent duty, it only gives, never takes
the moon, it guards us in constant orbit
an incredible beacon, a silhouetted portrait
dependably circling as we pull it near
its loyal light a guide our planet holds dear
and our earth, the one so incredibly full
with the only beautiful form of life that we know
we are one, pulled together by forces of grand
mysteries floating within our expansive land
a sky, so filled with amazing unknowns
can’t you see, please, look up! we’re not so alone
we’re different, yes, but so very the same
three lost rocks wandering in a darkened plane
we’re in this so deeply, with the expanses above,
safely held in orbit by the gravity of love
syzygy pleads, please, open your mind!
the sun, the moon, the earth, all beautifully aligned,
can’t you see? we’re here, with love and with light
a calling from nature when day becomes night
a moment of peace in chaos and hurt
a call from the universe to our beautiful earth
it’s incredible, it’s here, it’s not yours or mine
it’s ours, it’s love, please value all humankind
shouting anthems of beauty, the universe interrupts
it’s light, it’s love, it’s ours,
please… look up…
Mind Games
November 7, 2014 § 1 Comment
I wish I could be introspective every single day
I dream of molding thoughts abstract, like artwork out of clay
Construct idealic phrase so fast, leave audiences beaming
Pen existential metaphors, of which no ones knows the meaning
I wish my mind was free to mull over eloquently structured phrase
I would write down all my profound thoughts and not run out for days
How nice to conjecture Kafkaesque verse with flair and frequency
It’s just a bit hard when my mind is filled with thoughts like, “Gee, I have to pee.”
pulse
August 7, 2014 § 3 Comments
if we repeated the same words
again and again, like heartbeats
keeping pace with life, like drumbeats
shouting above the melody,
calls of meaning and rushes of sound
that keep time with our rhythm
it’s like we want something to change
it’s like we need something to end
but those words just keep beating,
like my heart for you.
question
July 21, 2014 § 2 Comments
does anyone else
use their fingers to count each
haiku syllable?
ok good.
reach
July 2, 2014 § 1 Comment
my hope is that I’ll find
something spinning, always
a twirling journey
never ceasing
falling like a leaf
but upward
catching wind beneath
invisible wings
and lifting it higher
than outstretched hands
can reach
catch
May 8, 2014 § Leave a comment
it was never all at once
it was better that way
like the paper plane
you floated toward me
veering east, then west
and eventually landing
in my outstretched hands
Liberation
March 9, 2014 § Leave a comment
I have a story that’s like fire
in my mind. A tale I wove
from thoughts and thread
into a delicate cloth
both beautiful, but imperfect
it smolders still
draped over my eyes
clouding sight but brightening
my way. If only I could peel it back,
throw it above my head
and watch it spin through the air.
Perhaps you could catch a glimpse
of its freedom, and throw your
cloak into the wind, just the same.
Or perhaps you would look above
and simply feel its warmth
fall onto your shoulders.
