Thursday, January 25, 2024

Diminished

Cyclical 
Words, their meaning
Definitions abruptly ghosted
As modern jargon cuts through the air.
Working too hard to not
Be heard. 
Intentional. 
I am polluting peace
The am garden attends morning
Silent grace, exuding. 
My focal points, an abstraction
Of the stark contrasts between 
Mundane complacency, 
...and vertigo. 

Thursday, October 26, 2023

Control

As savage exposure lays low

Motioning through morning ignites.

My mother's daughter is cautious, aware

Analytical. 

The motivating variables rotate 

Intersecting with the web I am weaving

The woven, internal cord- still taut.

New patterns of strength, building

Lengthening the drive to push on

Peeling out, when the skid becomes relevant. 

I am here, reinforcing the nerve to launch

Onto Southwestern roads, I roam. 

The coffee, the melted mint, the billowing morning smoke, our lungs pumped full of elation. 

To know, believe, and love in the future as the will to design and execute, WILL succeed. 

To have home, and to hold the floor of our owning...

Without fear of confrontation of any kind. 

Safe in the power of taking a tall stand, against muscle wielding of moody temperament. 

Thursday, September 14, 2023

To Love

Wooden roots uplifted
A quill, pecked for precision
These distractions, they damage eloquence  
Love, snuffed, is as unnerving
As a night without end. 

Wednesday, August 23, 2023

JRS

Everything here

Outdated.

Skin, touched. Not only touched- Loved.

Rosy hues returned,

In places that had begged to be seen by another

For far too many years.

In a moment of time, a stretch of seconds

Outspoken energies would override stubborn entities.

The words shared for near a year,

Reflecting back in earnest, echoing, laboring, begging for 'further'

A green t-shirt of Irish luck, worn in form of sabotage

The deliberate 'avoidance' in me, chastising morning's choice.

There was no jinx, as 'luck' would have it

Only the drive and the candor of a heart too pure.

And He is now Mine and I am His.

I have been canvassed by him wholly,

Thoroughly loved and held and made happy.

What bliss is this that I have now been assigned?

Only the happy smile, and, with ease, welcome in what is healthy.

And of that He has made me...

The happiest I have ever been.

And smiling, even, I suspect, while sleeping.

Nights without his closeness will be few and far between.

Friday, July 21, 2023

And There He Was...

Some 28 years deep
Groomed for friendship, sublime
Until He wasn't. 
Instead, stepped forth
In offering... a love 
Sublime. 
Warmest eyes
Hands to calm my own. 
The destitute loner I was
Made whole and healthy, in
Him. 

Monday, April 17, 2023

Ahead

It behooves me to think
I'd look it up again
Reassurances are so blasé. 
The tear, replaced with magnetism. 
I am coasting amidst
Grasshopper sightings
And Southwest dusted windowsills, 
I am the architect
Of all my future déjà vus.

With 6 minute sales
The path widens, leading me onwards. 
The future holds tones of
Russian sage and aspen billboards. 
Swoon inducing.