I am an oak saplingSlow growthMy roots are deeper and widerThan I am highI am solidAnd tenderStrongVulnerableI will twist with the windAs I growMy branchesUnfurling in shady tesselationsOffering golden acornsTo birds and squirrelsSpring green leavesTo caterpillars and antsI need waterAnd rich earthTo growBut I can survive a droughtAndI am findingMy forest
Category Archives: Poetry
This is a Bad Poem.
This is a poem I don’t want to put on the Internet.This poem(Like most bad things)I will keep to myself. This Poem gives meAnxiety.I want to Fix the GrammarButI set out to writeA Bad Poem So My first IntentionIsMy Last intention. This PoemIs for all the thoughtsUnSaidThat I keep to myself This Poem isAll theI’mperfectionsThatContinue reading “This is a Bad Poem.”
break
i. we say: “the world” “everyone” “everything” is broken words that summarize but do not encompass the suffering of each of the beings who have been taught through violence through isolation through poisonous words that who they are is not enough is less than ii. somewhere along the way as i saw and understood andContinue reading “break”
The ocean will cry for me
When I have no more tears to give Her salt water heaves In great sobs of emotion As constant as life And death And nothing She cries The ocean will roar for us When our throats are raw from screaming When the blood on the streets has dried And the spring grass Has sprouted overContinue reading “The ocean will cry for me”
Infinite Tale
We each weave intricate narrativesAbout ourselves and our surroundingsThe little explanations and storiesDescribing who we are to ourselves We understand our lives in terms of time and experiencesMemories and placesEach friend, neighbor, family memberA character in our story We read chapters and excerpts from their own narrativesBut their stories unfold outside our ownWhere we areContinue reading “Infinite Tale”
Up and Away
My spirit quakesLike a tremor of the earthA snakeSits in my throatWinds its way down to my heartAnd squeezes Blood buzzes in my earsI breathe like a trembling aspen treeLeaves brittle with cold My thoughts are guppy fishSwimming in endless manic circlesTrapped in a tankTooSmallAnd I look at the world distorted through waterOr is itContinue reading “Up and Away”
Snow poem
I live life asleepHalf formed wordsOozing outThrough the garbled shutters of my brain
November 10th, 2016
The world seems divided Between the day before yesterday And yesterday. The future was different two days ago.
Butterfly Time
Lately When I close my eyes And fantasize Before I go to sleep It is not a man’s lips I touch with mine That make me fall through butterfly time They are softer lips Fuller hips And eyes profound and deep She winks long lashes and curls a smile Intoxicatingly close she stays for awhileContinue reading “Butterfly Time”
Blink
There it is. That moment between the sleepwalking and hazy eyed living With a jolt, I wake And for the briefest moment Half a butterfly flutter I see. Life clicks into place Like a child snapping the last button on a winter coat A puzzle piece connects snugly A tossed ball hovers between inertia and gravityContinue reading “Blink”