Saturday, March 27, 2010
Friday, March 19, 2010
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
You chased after me,
crashed in on me
and rearranged my soul.
You shook familiarity
right off of me
and gave me a spectrum of
emotion I have no words for.
You are the only one who can
change me in a day,
You are the only one who can reach
into my world and ruin me
for comfort and normality.
You destroy my rows and lines
you tell me they are the mess
and having died with you
I become unshakable,
unreasonable,
and totally consumed by love.
crashed in on me
and rearranged my soul.
You shook familiarity
right off of me
and gave me a spectrum of
emotion I have no words for.
You are the only one who can
change me in a day,
You are the only one who can reach
into my world and ruin me
for comfort and normality.
You destroy my rows and lines
you tell me they are the mess
and having died with you
I become unshakable,
unreasonable,
and totally consumed by love.
March
When palms release their brown limbs
And pollen buds withdraw in the early cool
When resolutions are put to the test
And my body yearns for another cup of chai
When dreams confuse as though a Tuesday
And their liklihood go under a microscope
When darkness enters each day sooner
And my hunger deepens for substance
When waters become assertively chilled
And my intentions need compelling
When magnolias find debris in waxy splendour
And I spend all day mulling over tomorrows decisions.
And pollen buds withdraw in the early cool
When resolutions are put to the test
And my body yearns for another cup of chai
When dreams confuse as though a Tuesday
And their liklihood go under a microscope
When darkness enters each day sooner
And my hunger deepens for substance
When waters become assertively chilled
And my intentions need compelling
When magnolias find debris in waxy splendour
And I spend all day mulling over tomorrows decisions.
Dawn Breakthrough
If I had been told how long
the darkness before dawn would linger
I may not have set an early alarm.
This resistant part of me needs
a trick of my own making
to be cojoled into suffering the
necessary loss of each day.
I need a spark of adrenalin
to ride upon the rhythm of a
quickening heartbeat, or else
I would not arrive at this place
where stars give way to dawn -
a strengthening light that urges
me to accept the pain
of night in rawness and gratitude
and believe again that in my day
promises will come to pass.
the darkness before dawn would linger
I may not have set an early alarm.
This resistant part of me needs
a trick of my own making
to be cojoled into suffering the
necessary loss of each day.
I need a spark of adrenalin
to ride upon the rhythm of a
quickening heartbeat, or else
I would not arrive at this place
where stars give way to dawn -
a strengthening light that urges
me to accept the pain
of night in rawness and gratitude
and believe again that in my day
promises will come to pass.
Fullness
This is how I came to be here
with the spaces inside of me having
been filled, emptied and filled again
with a substance like nutrition -
smoky and seamless.
I feel as though I am a remnant of
what I once knew,
and the introduction to the new
is a daily adventure.
The remnant remains unchanged,
but much has been added,
stripped, grieved and replaced.
Somehow, this mapless terrain
is home to me despite it's diverse landscape.
This is how I came to be here now,
where I was supposed to be,
whole, fragile and altogether lovely.
with the spaces inside of me having
been filled, emptied and filled again
with a substance like nutrition -
smoky and seamless.
I feel as though I am a remnant of
what I once knew,
and the introduction to the new
is a daily adventure.
The remnant remains unchanged,
but much has been added,
stripped, grieved and replaced.
Somehow, this mapless terrain
is home to me despite it's diverse landscape.
This is how I came to be here now,
where I was supposed to be,
whole, fragile and altogether lovely.
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