Dawn didn’t bring her tranquility
anymore. Days passed by like skipped pages,
and nights brought perilous denouements. She
tucked in with her screams caught in her throat like
a preparatory battle cry, and she woke with an excess of
freshly spilt tears, an aching body, and a heavier heart.
Triumphant.
~Heather Anne
here
is where
men hold their breath
and let their voices
sound in roars
over the
mind’s
eye.
I snapped this photo while hiking yesterday and felt like there was a poem in it somewhere. Short, but sweet… hope you enjoyed.
As always,
thank you for reading.
xo
A single hiccup is like a warning sign,
like a memory being brought up from the
base of the body but not quite making it
to conscious thought.
Something once unpleasantly felt is venturing
up to escape past the tongue, only to be
swallowed accidentally like a piece of gum,
never to be remembered.
I’m not afraid,
go ahead and toss me
in the ocean.
I want you to see
how I can breathe
underwater.
There’s a kind of stark
bewilderment here,
a deer caught in headlights
kind of a vibe.
I wonder if you feel it
like I feel it.
I can sit for hours
waiting impatiently for
the space between thoughts
to collect into a sort of
zen.
That crystal clear sky,
that endless blue
without fail,
becomes thunder.
Every time I close my eyes.
a wild wind
rushes in through
the window
on the inhale,
stars pass
between my lips
and consume me
blue skies come and go
like love
here one minute,
gone the next ~
Excuse me,
I think I should be
the one asking the
questions
here. Now if you’d
only bother to listen
maybe we could get
to the bottom of
why you lied,
or at least figure
out why I say
“I believe you”
when I don’t.
for the daily prompt. thanks for reading xo
in the palm of your
hand, in the sound of your voice–
your one life, pulsing
Some call it red 