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

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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

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

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