written in an unthinking splurge of words
[4.2.06]:
i tremble
crumbling
as the words slip away from me
raised lines on the page fall faster under my fingers
who am i to compare to such beauty?
to encompass the world in an envelope
to hold serenity in the palm of my hand
round like a pumpkin
soft like a doll
awash
the waves on a blue shore holding steady
cold and blinking heart emerges like a kitten in the damp smell
of hay and truth and beauty
needing this
tired of fighting
hungry
needing
slouched across the landscape like to dead
who am i to defile the space of character?
who am i to hold a candle to this flame?
parasols twirling like tired dandelions,
pretty words for a pretty girl.
what an end to things that don't seem right
a smile in the darkness
whales singing from the shore
i hold you close to me
so much so
golden wrapping of direction
lost but not alone.
the world spins under my belly and i laugh.
such quintessence of contentment.
warm and red like cherries
full and pure like spring
never yielding to my touch
shields of grey held tight between my fingers
failing not to block the hateful window.
i am a solid tree
swaying and grinning
never knowing the axe's reproach.
curls cascade like leaves and i light up like a moose on parade.
winston churchill would be proud,
bald and blossoming
do not doubt my treasures
i am more than walking
more than needing
more than a pen scribbling words on a page
a caged bear who howls at the moon
i long to sing
to eat of the apple
to die for my destiny
and hold tight my fingers and their needs
red swirling anarchy
love like a villain files for bankruptcy when trust is gone.
filing cabines slam open and shut in an empty room
i am dying to get out of these squares of green
a chessboard
calculating
wild like the raven
flying fee of locks and doors and vessels
wine in this chalice--shall i drink?
the ruby gem on gold
kind eyes that want to know me
can i let them in?
my breath leaks into me like an accident
i inhale to keep the words in
cold and needed
it tastes tangy on my tongue
like metal swords at my throat
like vibrant angles and archangles
flying through the sky like doves
a grey that speaks of compromise
of nothing at all
of all the darkness hiding behind my window
of locked doors and hidden cameras
and leopards eating at your soul
kind eyes kind eyes
is this a favor to me?
i tremble
crumbling
as the words slip away from me
raised lines on the page fall faster under my fingers
who am i to compare to such beauty?
to encompass the world in an envelope
to hold serenity in the palm of my hand
round like a pumpkin
soft like a doll
awash
the waves on a blue shore holding steady
cold and blinking heart emerges like a kitten in the damp smell
of hay and truth and beauty
needing this
tired of fighting
hungry
needing
slouched across the landscape like to dead
who am i to defile the space of character?
who am i to hold a candle to this flame?
parasols twirling like tired dandelions,
pretty words for a pretty girl.
what an end to things that don't seem right
a smile in the darkness
whales singing from the shore
i hold you close to me
so much so
golden wrapping of direction
lost but not alone.
the world spins under my belly and i laugh.
such quintessence of contentment.
warm and red like cherries
full and pure like spring
never yielding to my touch
shields of grey held tight between my fingers
failing not to block the hateful window.
i am a solid tree
swaying and grinning
never knowing the axe's reproach.
curls cascade like leaves and i light up like a moose on parade.
winston churchill would be proud,
bald and blossoming
do not doubt my treasures
i am more than walking
more than needing
more than a pen scribbling words on a page
a caged bear who howls at the moon
i long to sing
to eat of the apple
to die for my destiny
and hold tight my fingers and their needs
red swirling anarchy
love like a villain files for bankruptcy when trust is gone.
filing cabines slam open and shut in an empty room
i am dying to get out of these squares of green
a chessboard
calculating
wild like the raven
flying fee of locks and doors and vessels
wine in this chalice--shall i drink?
the ruby gem on gold
kind eyes that want to know me
can i let them in?
my breath leaks into me like an accident
i inhale to keep the words in
cold and needed
it tastes tangy on my tongue
like metal swords at my throat
like vibrant angles and archangles
flying through the sky like doves
a grey that speaks of compromise
of nothing at all
of all the darkness hiding behind my window
of locked doors and hidden cameras
and leopards eating at your soul
kind eyes kind eyes
is this a favor to me?