#25

re birth re emergence

i see you have taken the form of the rabbits outside

and the cormorant outside also seems familiar

a goose held my gave a little longer than was comfortable the other day

a deer walked on my path

a hawk swooped in front of our car

i hear the tapping of a woodpecker outside and i knew

a school of fish in the local pond seems to be quite charmed when i look overhead

in never seems to fail that a fly lands on me when i practice tai chi outside

(which i find rather fitting in a way)

and sometimes i see a rainbow right when i need it

each instance takes my breath away for just a second

and i think maybe you all have been here before, haven’t you?

so i’m grateful to my guiding friends

who seem to pop up most unexpectedly

 

 

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#24

the biting air spews from my mouth like lava

no one look at me i will look at no one

i cast my eyes askew down not meeting another

it would prove to be fatal

the onlooker sees a glimpse of me in the shadows

they depart

they shrink

i walk through

i will not stop

even the hotness inside can’t be bottled up

raging to the surface

and they run for cover

they are afraid

of my words

and when my eyes are set

they will not feel welcome

and i will be in peace

no, alone

though in solitary confinement

at least there’s only the mind’s judgement

 

#20

time on my hands
got plans
no.
sound of rain
against my window
pain is slowly, slowly driving me insane
i’m going down
my whole world’s turning upside down
sleep don’t come easy
please believe me
today everything’s going wrong
yesterday was golden
tomorrow will it be better?
i can’t stop these tears from falling from my eyes
i’m in love of course
but what’s going on?
do i try to hard?
whispers telling me of patience
i’m so blue
sorry…
please forgive me
i need a home
i’m so tired

#23

 

instal

to be in a state of stability

also refers to lukewarm sea water that has a refreshing quality

opposite would be exstal, which has to do more with questioning your existential position

 

enfix

when you try to fix or adjust something but it’s not quite done

to be half-finished

also when you join together a two parts that don’t go together according to the directions but somehow it worked anyway

 

aberration

an extremely chilly state

specifically so cold that it gives you the shivers and you want nothing to do with it

also refers to the state where after an immediate chill you gain insight or an idea

 

#22

soft new hands

eyes that dance and fix their gaze

i’m not sure what to call you

what do i have to give you?

will you enjoy the things i do or find them embarrassing?

you have a waddle-kind-of run

it’s like the ducks you enjoy pointing at

i’m not sure if i’m too much of a nit-picker

perhaps that makes me not ready

perhaps it’s why you aren’t here

i am doing a series of challenges to show you though

i’m not sure if they are building the skills you want to see in me

i guess you should know i cry a lot

i maybe get more upset at inconsequential things than i really should

i’d like to explore the little wonders with you

i wish i could see you

and know your name

and what you’re like

 

 

#21

we use koa wood to build our space for strength

and glass like smooth water tinted aquamarine for transparency

our garden rooted in place by the gifts we wish to give

our hearts created the foundation

the scaffolding rises higher than we can imagine

our dreams like an open window to the sky

our vision like a fireplace enveloping warmth

we search long and hard

and we waited

and waited

for the perfect place

it changes with us and understands how we shape our bodies

to fit the couch

and a bright ukulele strums as sunlight follows

welcoming those to this eclectic land

where a simple calm smile is paradise

and we walk among the spring tulips

the little rabbits and watch as the cat ducks find respite along the water

#19

my left shoulder linked me to the world

as one pivotal point connecting my intuition to reality

it allowed me to extend my hand easily

 

and then it was hit

and then this left shoulder froze up

and then it didn’t want to move any more

and it rebelled against any kind of movement that connected it

 

the anger it felt

it just went through the motions

leaving it to others to take care of

since it knew what happened when it tried

 

it wanted to heal

it just didn’t know it had to

and every time this shoulder twisted forward

it would only go so far

 

we all knew it could do more

 

still it scoffed at anything imaginative

or big

or difficult

as something for other shoulders to attempt

 

sometimes the simple act of this shoulder being in a room

sometimes this shoulder attempting in a small way to move

sometimes it began to uncover something new

 

it is learning to unthaw

that its toughness is not a brick wall

and can be melted

and when it does

its reconnection

will

be

magical

 

because this shoulder connected my self and intuition and hopes and dreams

to reality

stretching out as it does so freely

to eternity

 

 

 

 

#18

how can i talk about the love of a non-parent?

how can i describe the absent feeling of want and need

the uncertainty of relationship

the faltering actions or knowledge of past

how can i describe the loneliness that moves around in its places

the light around edges of corners

how talking seems to be a mountain

how silence is an endless desert

and how it seems to fall short

like a bad attempt at a romantic dinner

like a joke that fails to land

and yet the sigh underneath my skin

somehow pushes me forward to believe

i can do more

i can give more

i can be there for you

#17

the smell of sewers emanating down the hallway to the pool

mixes with warm chlorinated water

a see through barrier the only defense against this oppressive odor

i can only imagine the horror of stepping out from the elevator

to find

to be hit with

cabbage-y smells that stimulate retching

and meanwhile

sedentary watching

barricaded by tropical scented lotions

and peace candles

the unsightliness somehow vanishes

as if never there

in its place the familiar mechanic scent of whirring

all is still and seemingly sanitary

#16

Ok, so I need to go out of order in order to make some headway with this poetry challenge. So be it.

 

the spaces in between

cause no rattle

no, the soft tissue wrapped

strong yet pliable

the rhythmic pulse

and a quiet whimper

more of a strained wheeze

though this sound is not typical

as the whimper fades away

a hum emerges matching the sound of horizons

and deep forest spaces

and places considered sacred