They try to reach him (me)
But
They do not know how.
He is lost (I am lost) only in this realm;
Found out there beyond.
I see them (he does too)
They do not see us.
And his voice sounds like
Music, silence and heartbeats.
They only know words.
May6
Category Archives: poem
May3
Take A Look
I wake up,
Take a look in the mirror
And there is my messy mane.
Never tame,
Silky or smooth.
Curly nonsense pure and simple.
Morning crazy;
Tangled and matted.
But one thing I have always loved is my hair
Whether falling coiffed in ringlets divine
Or a frizzy, wild masterpiece.
It is me.
All me.
Different every single day.
May2
Momentary
Childhood days.
There was a tiny little apartment building next to our trailer park.
Sometimes on a summers evening a man would stand by his open window and play the bagpipes.
A private concert for us.
Whoever heard first would shout to the rest of us.
We all would clamor and climb the fence to sit on top of it,
To watch and listen.
It was eerily quiet when he stopped and closed his window. At least until we climbed down off the fence
To resume playing whatever it was we were playing in our imaginary world.
The momentary suspension of time
Lifted.
Never spoke to him
But enjoyed the music.
Still remember the mystery and fascination with the melodies.
May1
More
There are no words to write.
No words to say.
That is okay.
There is more beauty than can be explained. There is more space between than can be fathomed.
More sense.
More healing.
Do not force what is not meant just to fill a space.
Let it be itself, let it be free, unchained.
Let it flow onward and away.
There is peace in nothing to say.
No more to add.
No more to take away.
Continue in stillness.
Apr26
Mirage
He is this mirage in the distance
Created by heat
And angles.
The closer i get,
The further away he goes.
Apr24
True
I walked on
And
I watched the
Eagles fly.
I hear the whoosh of the air
On their wings as they glide overhead.
The higher they go
The stronger my heartbeat.
And I heard the brush rustle
Nearby,
Turning just in time
To see 3 deer leaping into my path.
Alert and tentative.
For a moment I expect to see a predator on their heels.
But no.
And we gaze into each others eyes for what seems like time indefinite .
And i feel that whole lifetime of anxiety leave my bones.
Stillness fills my cells.
My mind clears and my heart swells.
Peace. I am as i am meant to be.
I find myself by the river where I immerse myself in nature’s song.
I become the water and the stones who mean
Each other no harm.
They merely add to the symphony.
As do I;
I know.
This is true.
Apr23
Sometimes
I believe i am well
Then i get this twisted gut
And this crooked eye
And they both dig into me deep
Dredging and pulling
Till they find something to ridicule
Laughing
And pointing
Mocking
And they dance with joy
As i swing and miss
Then retreat
Down
Down
Under reality
Into the depths of my mind
Where there is shelter
And silence
But
Not oxygen.
Perpetual space.
Apr17
Curiosity
Memories.
Playing in my grandparents old farmhouse.
Looking outside through the window.
“Do not play at the window child. Do not touch
The stick holding the window open. Go outside”
Curiosity always ruled me.
Itchy fingers and dreamy mind wondering what could happen this time.
So closer I moved.
What is this mighty stick doing I may not touch?
Holding up the heavy window frame I realized to late
As it slammed down unapologetically on my my little hand.
Tears stinging my eyes to my surprise.
Swollen and bruised hand now but
“That’s what you get when you do not listen child. Now go outside and play.
Stay on the grass. Do not leave the yard.”
I would proceed to play barefoot and roam the boundaries I was told not to go.
Skin now pierced by prickly burs. Tears again.
“If we told you once, we told you twice. Now child why don’t you listen.”
Once more I wander places I ought not go. Family visiting outside stop to hear my cry.
Me confronted.
A large snake poised up to meet my eyes. I stood frozen.
“Don’t move a muscle!”
And they interfere with my curiosity. I am safe now in big sisters arms.
” Why don’t you listen child? There is danger and boundaries you mustn’t cross. We know better as we have lived longer.”
I did not understand their language it seems.
Apr13
Forget
It can happen
By midday.
You forget you had beautiful dreams
And a fantastic morning.
You might not recall that you have a wonderful
Life for a moment too
When your heart
Hurts.
Apr12
Heard
I chase flowers;
Often finding myself in desolate
Graveyards where I proceed
To quietly talk to myself.
Though I know some one else is listening,
Only listening.
And it is nice to be heard.
Chole Into Diamonds 