emotionesque

POEM: Silhouette

the matter of us...lacking practice

the matter of us...lacking practice

you’ve got a voice like the rain, it’s such a serenade, I can’t escape. but don’t worry, my love, I’m in no hurry. the hills in your smile, I’ll soon conquer. you’ve got a voice like the rain, my ears, a tin roof, in your sing sing voice, I can relax. and don’t ever worry, my gorgeous love. I’m in no hurry, my little canary, Let my arms be your freedom, never a cage. you’ve got a voice, like the rain, and I was born to dance in the rain, to the pitter-patter of your serenade, and I’m in no hurry, so don’t you worry. the hills in your smile, I’ll make them mountains, and soon, those I’ll conquer I’ll conquer you.

If only there was something

sitting in my car, alone, as it heats, i gaze up into a gold and bronze plated January morning sky, and under its protective beauty i wonder why i ever let my mind wander away, for the universe is so perfectly arranged each moment; mentally, i should kneel at its altar, letting my thoughts bow, while gratefully inhaling its gift of breath, then smiling and embracing the eternity of its now.

Her Name Is....

I’ve thought better thoughts.

how great if we all could agree that the world would be best if we were each treated as tiny miracles– human beings worth respect. no one is so much greater than any other; each has a part to play. we were all born innocent, we dreamed fantastically, then we played the hand we were dealt.

A heart shatters Ground to dust It scatters Adrift a cold wind Swept away Until afar It settles gently Sprinkled across A billion miles Flecks of memories Reborn in stars A universe Built on love

When I think of how you move— when you enter a room, how the room enters you; when you step out into the night, how the night sky falls into your hair— when I think of how you stand as if with nothing in your hands and I have nothing to offer you now save my own wild emptiness— when I think of how you leave the air untouched and how you came into the world my grief had wrecked and made it shine again by simply walking slowly through the dark toward me—love, I think the body is a miracle, that animal whose graceful shadow lies between us, calmed.

When I think of you, I can’t breathe, My chest begs for air, And caves in on itself, My lips part and gasp, My ribs burn like the sun, My heart cracks and screams, My brain begs for mercy. Then, I feel my sternum rise, My heart pumps one more time, I suck air into my throat, The burning subsides. For one more moment, One more breath, I have you. I breathe out.

the trick is

When I think of you, I can’t breathe, My chest begs for air, And caves in on itself, My lips part and gasp, My ribs burn like the sun, My heart cracks and screams, My brain begs for mercy. Then, I feel my sternum rise, My heart pumps one more time, I suck air into my throat, The burning subsides. For one more moment, One more breath, I have you. I breathe out.

i fall in love with so many pieces of so many hearts, and with so many thoughts, and smiles below eyes that i truly cannot take my eyes off of; so i write. yes, because life is too fleeting to be all i wish to be to so many, so, while this pulse is still beating, i race to breathe my heart into words, and to face, dress and embrace innumerable souls with penned line after line, night after day after night. i write.

remembering the past.