They defy our grasp,
stretching the boundaries so thin between what they are and what they aren’t
- able and incompetent, brilliant and bewildered, needy and transcendent-
that they create absence
rather than essence.
They suck the air out of the room.
They impress and disappoint, comfort and excoriate,
with only a gesture
or a word,
often in the same moment.
We adore them, we hate them, we imbue them with our own sense of self –
interpreting their otherness through the lens
of our own vulnerability.
They can be their own undoing.
Who are they?
We know them when we see them.
They’re under our skin.
-Consistently inconsistent, unfathomably difficult, teetering between brilliance and defiance, differently motivated.
Flayed with sensitivity.
They can be defiant, depressed, disorganized, determined.
Breath-takingly kind, deftly aware.
Whatever they are,
it’s never what we expect at the moment.
In the space between,
in the space of a sigh,
We carry sun within us, beam by beam.
We hum and puff with liquid wheezing light -
We kindle flames afire in borrowed gleam,
Reflected glow on loan from cloudless sky.
We shelter dark within us, sigh by sigh-
Protective urge to keep our worry close.
We cloak ourselves in dimly shadowed night,
And hide inside delicious dull repose.
We cradle warmth within us, spark by spark.
And stoke our dreams in rosy tinted rays.
We conjure heat from embers ashy dark
And flee between the turning nights and days.
We straddle dusk and dawn in frantic haste,
And douse the sun and drink the dark, a waste!
A fragile sweetness lingers slow and deep
And teases toes and tongue and blood between
With hints of yeast and milk that warms our sleep,
The tastes that sing our restless dreams serene.
Forgotten scents arise in wistful waves
To flood our veins and cream our bones with balm.
We swoon beneath maternal soft embrace -
Indulge the bliss of deep remembered calm.
Released, revived, refreshed, we breathe anew
And trail our nascent hopes and dreams behind.
In want, we savor sips of childhood brew
And drink with aching thirst that sucks us blind.
And yet, as aching needs emerge, we know
Remembered ease digests forgotten woe.
A-flutter amidst the Sunday sippers,
She twitters and twits, her eyes a-gleam.
With trembling pats and bashful titters,
She gathers cheer on hummingbird wings.
She alights between the cups and chatters,
Her head a-tilt, her faith and love ablaze,
To perch, alert, embracing laughter
Erasing tears in wispy breaths of grace.
Her wings have folded, her soul distilled
Yet memory shimmers as wet eyes glimmer
Beside the crumbs and drips and spills
Within these sacred walls, her spirit lingers
- A pause, a pulse, a moment’s grace to fill.-
Spin and drift and catch the wind
against a flat unbroken sky.
Sweep clean the attic of your mind;
- Refresh the glimmer in your eye
Stay aloft among the crows
That crease the wind and shatter calm.
Ride the sky and listen close
And open your throat to joyous song.
Then fling your arms to reach the stars
And dance amid their ancient light
Invite their glow into your heart,
And gather forth your inner might.
If I could muster faith enough
To trust in god with simple grace
I’d free my soul to soar aloft
And greet the angels face to face
But I believe in sun and rain,
And trust in birds and buzzing bees.
I pray before the restless wind
And raise my praise up to the trees.
Wretched and sweet, sardonic,
Our veins thrummed to his moods,
we danced to his mind.
Tall and sweet-lipped, moody,
We measured his swagger
with our every exhale.
We rocked to raw angst,
Staggered to cruel riffs,
We giggled and blushed, so girlish,
- such bliss-
He syncopated our joy,
Wailed loud our pain,
Our fears made electric-
He hummed through our veins.
Our personal guru,
A primal scream so wise -
We could break
from the weight of his sighs.
I’d like to drink roses for my mourning tea
And scent my days with velvet memory
of things insubstantial, forgotten and old
- of dust, of earth,
and mysteries untold.
I’d conjure within these primal mists
streams of spectral prescience
where flesh, and breath,
and dormant mind
transcend the early
bonds of time
And I, above my fragrant cup,
would linger, entranced, while I sup;
For through the steam,
I’d almost see
your smiling face,
across from me.
The gilded leaves glitter the ground
and set my mind afire.
With gossamer flame, they’re fairy-gowned,
stitched with filigree wire.
Saturated light teases and taunts
Its spectral hue glimmers and haunts
I reach and breathe and ache and moan
Such fleeting beauty sears the bone.
But feathered hope with ruffled breast
May roost in secret lair
With tuneful song, not once repressed,
And wings to catch the air.
So though my yearning heart does break,
And I must breathe the red-hot ache,
I find my peace in fragrant leaf
And soothe my soul of soaring grief.
that wild fox on youtube
with a fluffy toy
in a front yard
on freshly mown grass.
She prances and pounces,
flinging body and fluff
in buoyant leaps
acquisitive eyes and watchful feet.
Willingly, it seems,
her gift of
Let grief lie fallow, snug beneath burnt leaves,
Unseen, untapped, unfelt except in dreams
That leak and seep into the life we weave
And blear our eyes with smoke of things unseen.
Or - nurture grief and feed it like a weed -
And root it deep and free its fronds to spread
And curl between all future thought and need
To tangle hope in twisted knots of dread
Unleash grief upon all who venture near
So drool and slobber pool around their toes.
To mire them deep in helpless endless tears
And sucker up their deepest fears and woes.
Befriend your grief, tame it to your needs
And welcome joy of aching sweet release.
I sing a song of coffee laced with jive,
A lyric conjured fresh from beans and need.
Stirred up by honeyed dash of gleeful guile
And brewed in mugs with fragrant, dreamy greed.
Baristas’ blends - robust, complex, divine -
Beguile with shine and spice, enticing thirst.
And I, bewitched by heady haze - sublime,
Imbibe with fervent mind engaged, submersed
In liquid lust for java jolt of joy.
To leap awake with tongue alive, suffused
With mocha-fueled barrage of happy noise.
I croon- provoke, emote, invoke, infuse -
Unleashed, I gush espresso-scented praise -
Unfiltered buzz in caffeine -laden daze.