Aged romanticism
The relationship I know, one day, I will live in
The everything
I’ve read about, watched and believed all my life
That is what I want/will/have
What I think about, endlessly,
is the culture of personal sufficiency
joy/sorrow
April 14th, 2013 § Poem #91 § 2 comments § permalink
I am staring out my window
into the black dreamlike calm of the ocean
the hush of the whitewater massaging my nerves.
Joy
The presence of someone I have nothing but an impulse about
Sorrow
The reminder that her intentions are on a stranger half a world away
Gratuitity (and updates)
April 13th, 2013 § 0 comments § permalink
Yesterday, I received a beautiful gift from someone anonymous. It was my last day in NYC and I stopped by my apt to pick-up mail and in it was a check for $100 to be used to create 100 poems for my project. I am SO grateful! The last few weeks have been very challenging for me (and this project) and this was a gift that has completely kick-started my inspiration and energy as I set off for another month of travel. So, you know who you are and I would like to say THANK YOU to this angel!!!!!
Love & Light
See you soon, NYC
acrobats
April 13th, 2013 § Poem #90 § 1 comment § permalink
Ghost drifters
Wind sweepers
Dream floaters
Space gliders
Flying dancers
Ocular faeries
Shiloh’s silhouettes
Visual silence
The warriors of the rings
The seducers of the sunset
af
(written with pen in little notebook)
literary alchemy
April 12th, 2013 § Poem #89 § 1 comment § permalink
What is it that I do?
What purpose do I serve by
extracting words from my mind and
laying them,
sometimes intentionally, sometimes carelessly,
in notebook after book for my own therapy?
A house exists, surgery leaves a healing scar,
but do I matter when I dedicate every day of my life
to writing my ideas for a very small few to read?
always
April 11th, 2013 § Poem #88 § 1 comment § permalink
vulnerability
a weakness i wanted to share with you
i do not go far enough
i do not even push that much
when i create
i am always safe
there are words that i don’t dare put together
dances that i never take up a level
then up a level
then up a level
i have never dedicated my life to the studio
what the stars think
April 9th, 2013 § Poem #86 § 0 comments § permalink
You are ridiculous!
That is what we think
There is such a finite amount of you
compared to us up here
and it is YOU who stares
in awe of
the monotony of our numbers?