Heavy on my mind
Light in my step
Taking my time
Giving me power
Under my skin
Deep in the heart
Over everything
Where do I start?
Love is burnt toast
Running late
Sleeping in
Talking straight
Smiling inappropriate
Moments on repeat
Fear of being alone
Knowing never will be
Because you're always
Here beside me
We each have new beginnings
New seasons to
Leap and lie
Bow, lament
Rise and start again
Consider the sunbleached
Bronzed, beautiful
Beckoning blue
Sea and sky
Like a lover's high
Adrenalin
Riding waves
Salt water bouyancy
Yet one day
White caps on the bay
Forcing its way
On the rocks
All endings unpleasant
Never a parting
Without pain
Is that the reason, though
To never start again?
When we can be held
Through that passage
Of time and inspire
Years attended by
Watched over with
The one who would never miss
Being in the moment
With you
Did I enjoy that moment then?
When turning a ginger cat out of bed
To sit sublime and write stories
Sip tea and reminisce that moment when
A merry go round of accidents
Incidents, coincidences
Wishing away the minutes
Until another one happens again
Sit steadily, observing
All the people, things, moments
A blade of grass, a couple kissing
Lights flashing, red and blue
Actions shots
Still life
I crawl into my den
Soaking in moments when
In revelry
Devotedly, the afternoon sun
Casts a warm embrace
Over my arms
Shadows dance on black and white keys
As my fingers touch lightly
An enchanting unity
Nature has the key
Buzz pollinating in B minor
Like a moth drawn to a flower
Love is not dangerous
It laments to carry a sting
Used if love is not our best intention
Such a happy circumstance
To wind and reel in
Making it easy for you
To catch your tea
I would sit inside bay window
Watching a vinyl record
Revolve like my small world
On repeat
The safety of familiar tunes
Singing a harmony
Clawing fingers through
A shag pile rug
Life seems lovely
Until the wind and storms
Batter the front
Waves dare to sweep away
All I need is a cabin
A cosy corner bed
With lamp and books
Leather chair
A place to curl my toes
Sip tea and powder nose
The best view I could find
Would be with you inside
So simplistic were the rhymes Of my childhood Aesop and Mother Goose Taught me how to be good Kind and wise Avoid Miss-Understood Yet, they did not share with me In black and white ink How to dare to care When life is on the brink Of falling in and down Afraid there is no settling The nesting and pruning Of love birds in tune With one another Humdrum forgetting Singing, fanning plumage Making room If you should find a lover Try to keep her hand But if lost remember - Not to weep for The Summer nights On a cold, dark night in June.
We make it easy
For love to walk away
Mainly because
If asked to stay
Love was always
On vacation
Hot tea, warm biscuit
Cool exchange
I would rather
Drink cold cups of tea
Part with dinner
Waive a night out
Than part with thee
Fur babies and toddlers
Ambled up and down
Undulating hills
Edge of grass against
Soft waves of sand
All breeds of humans
Come from sun up to down
I landed on these shores
To start a life anew
To resurrect and hope
For a future
Somehow the shine
On the water
Brightens the day
Even when tears
Choke back the words
A stranger sits beside me
And is more of a friend
Than any
Telling me her story
Without asking
Noticing my tears
She bids farewell
I say goodbye to Ollie
Her dog
She smiles
Acknowledging
Her one and only
Love
Being present
Even if
Mind is elsewhere
What I promised
To my chillins
When born
Their knowledge of love
Comes from this assurance
I am always there for them
No matter where I am
To be present
Even in absence
Is all we require
Of love
If this is too much or
Love is not enough
Better to depart
And allow
The space to be
Renewed
If you will
Chillins, term of endearment for Scout and Jem by Calpurnia their cook, in To Kill a Mockingbird, by Harper Lee.
Source: Journal ~ 2015
Affection for a close companion Can grow should a spark Be fanned into flame - if a spark existed at all So yes, I could reasonably Imagine growing Attracted to someone Based on a mutual friendship Over a long period of time. Good looks and physique Have never been A precursor to attraction For me I am mindful of the heart Of another - this is all I see On the skin and face The smile and eyes Come from within For the sake of joy To preserve my future life and family Shortly, my desire to live I remembered what love Ought to feel like. A careless abandon That let go of Self-consciousness... This ignited in me A fire that can never Be put out
"But the agreeable lady
Found nothing to say.
She only knew how to be
Disturbed
But she lacked
The where-withal to form
Any clear hypothesis
And for that reason
She was in need
More than others of
Tender friendship and counsel."
- Dead Souls, by Nikolai Gogol, p.222.
