Wednesday
don't go singing
feet up- into the
angry mountains
for the snow hasn't
kissed midnight yet
don't go dancing
belly up- into the
mellow sea
for the fish haven't heard
from the dawn in centuries
don't go walking
chin up- into the
dry forest
for the branches haven't
felt rain since the sun
rose
but maybe one day will ....
(poem guts)
the stove hums in the back of the room while black amber and cloves linger...
ever wonder how you were brought to the exact spot you rest?
i want to have poppies planted at my funeral.
i want to be bad, big, bold and sensitive.
the stars continue to bleed.
mini poem (smaller than a pocket poem)
"i may never fully experience life as a happy person.
my dad is still dead and certain days just drag on for
something longer than a century and outweighing elephants.
but at least i'm honest and honesty gets you farther
than a rainy Wednesday with lukewarm coffee,"
cried Torrye.
piano solo
i sit and sink into my mundane thoughts
stuck between letters and run on sentences
(i begin to breathe. just calm and breathe)
today i realized that my life
is what i make it and if i want to cry over the beauty
my living room fireplace brings, so be it.
if i want to dance, silly in the rain with just socks on,
just let me. i can sit in this uncomfortable body
someone gifted me or i can study the sounds
the wind makes,
it's my choice.
poem
i feel indifferent, i don't feel anything until I explode
(but i feel it all, all the time)
i belong in the in between. a space like Earth, but different....
the s p a c e s between words, the gap between each ripple
a space like Earth, but different....
i can see through the murky fog and Winter mess
"I'm feeling pretty indifferent lately"
i whisper as i quietly lick the hydrangea
that dresses my left hand
