Fingers crossedWith childlike fervorA gossamer-soft hopeTightly clenchedThat these words –Floating into the etherIntertwinedWith ethereal promisesOn the wind –Will grasp the palmOf searching fingertipsOr sit upon the lipsOf some unassuming strangerOr find their wayInto the open chambersOf the heartWhere they may resonateLike a comforting frissonSuffusing warmthThrough weary bonesAnd reach further stillTo soothe the soulEmbosomed deep within
Tag: personal
Finding Myself
There’s a pendulum swinging somewhere beyond the hedges of my periphery. A tick-tocking that reverberates distantly through the still air. But it doesn’t shake my chest with panic or fear. No. It’s more the sound of time being on my side. A sound of reassurance through this slow process of rediscovering myself. It’s a little… Continue reading Finding Myself
Spring Longing
I yearn for…Spring’s elusive caress –Balsam of her tender palms –To soothe theFrosted scabs and scarsScourging fissures deepThrough exposed fleshUnable to endureWinter’s crude affectionI long for…The sun’s elixirHoneysuckle kissingAt my lipsMelting onMy tongueAs abundant raysLike cloaks of golden silkWrap around meFragrant with the dewPlum and cherry blossomInfusedFor these barren nightsCallous and ungivingRemind me too muchOf… Continue reading Spring Longing
1:03AM
I am afraid. That sole thought paces my skull like an echo of frantic footsteps over wooden floors. I am afraid that I no longer recognize who I am...or was when I first began writing here. I am afraid I no longer have that mind from which creative thought had bloomed — in an almost… Continue reading 1:03AM
Welcomed
Am I still welcome here? That's a strange question to ask. This is my blog, but I picture it as a room within the halls of an endless mansion that I share with faceless others. One that is now unfamiliar to me because of how long I've been gone. And this room no longer bears… Continue reading Welcomed
Loneliness
Sometimes it’s easy to forget: the things that are important or what you love. Because the distractions never come like a marauding beast yanking your arm and ripping all that you cherish from your chest. It often begins as an innocuous brush against the shoulder; an allure to the senses drawing you away from the fissures… Continue reading Loneliness
Unwilling to Die
Rust collects within crevices Of these dried bones Striped with rotting sinews That have mostly forgotten The familiar mechanics Of wrapping around a pen Consumed by adrenaline The rush of creative flow Peppering through veins Enlivening still marrow To the mind’s spontaneous wiles But now these bones lay Frozen in a curled pose Of that… Continue reading Unwilling to Die
Frozen Shell
Within this shell Of frozen chrysalis Closed off from the buds That bloom then wither On frosted billows Flurries of marigold and fuchsia Chase the autumn wind Eclipsed in cycles Of decay and rebirth The earth groans anew Reverberating with new life Yet I remain Unchanging Within this shell Of forgotten growth
Awaiting Miracles
Awaiting miracles — Like an oasis stumbled upon Settling heaving, thirsty gasps In an arid, scorching desert Or like plucking flowers Velvet petals flourishing Through the cracked earth Of barren plains Blossoms promising A fecund end So I await The silver arms that Hug grey clouds’ edge Hinting a nourishing rain Where my words will… Continue reading Awaiting Miracles
Searching
Lethargy or is it indolence? Mellowing sinews Putty beneath my skin Making it hard to shift This way or that Even the act of breathing Seems a laborious chore Sucking in stuffy air With wet lungs Or perhaps it’s the sun Pressing itself too close Its hot breath dizzying my senses In languorous listlessness So… Continue reading Searching
