Sometimes we forget
that there is earth cradling us underfoot,
cushioning our falls.
Our attempts
to reach the sky.
Tag: poetry
Indecisive tides
Though we were before
never in the same tide.
We shared.
Does this mean we’re worth the history?
Our ties parted all those years ago-
a ribbon cut on a whim.
Though that ribbon was crafted from blood,
it was deprived of oxygen-
no breath in it to give us life.
So thin that it could not keep its colour.
Ruby veins trickling away down the drain,
becoming water.
Where we raced forward over towering waves
the crescendo of rapid currents
ripping through infallible memories.
Despite them-
we acquiesced to separation.
Losing sight of one another,
drifting without care in casual opposition.
A disheartened ocean.
Now suddenly,
out of pale tides-
your hand reaches out to mine.
So close that I could catch it.
But when I stop and think,
mellow currents still interrupt
bitter with distilled poison.
Jagged breaths choking me
until my chest threatens collapse.
And though I’m sorry for it,
and though now
I can wish you happiness..
I still float further away.
Because I can’t help but think
that to reach out to you …
could not possibly be worth it.
Catastrophe
Tend delicately to your castle garden
where feathers grow like rare flowers
out of peppered breaths.
I looked at you
When I looked at you
I saw baby flames torrenting
down your hardened cheeks,
where once there were tears.
I guess you shaped your armor well.
We both knew you needed it.
Has it changed you?
Do your feet still shuffle dusty across the path?
I’ll still be here waiting for you,
whatever you decide.
My eyes longing to be seen by yours.
My skin shaped for your hug.
My fingers impatient to intertwine-
to weave in all of you.
Don’t leave me waiting too long.
Without grace
Yesterday I fell
without grace onto my head
during yoga, ow.
Once you were sweet
When was it that your
sweet disposition gave way
to brutality?
We the movement makers
For us
Every inhibition
leaves us deafened;
Prisoners of trepidation.
For us
Every movement
traces blood;
Fused to the soul.
Untangle this havoc.
Allow movement
to soothe heartache and
reveal resilience,
invincible.
Where experience might coalesce
with the physical body.
For us,
the movement makers.
Dancers go
Nerves foiling in her belly.
She warms her muscles
on the dark cement.
Listening to a foreign tune of
casted movement she will never learn.
A hushed moment-
a pause, a breath. And then
Hands clapping, the relief of five
as they move away from the light.
And the curtain closes.
The time ticked away,
she is given her go.
24 minutes to be truthful
She is herself, unhindered.
Impossible to hide,
for this one fleeting moment.
The muted curtain revealing,
as familiar music echos in her head.
The arrival of lights.
Whether she is ready or not,
she makes poetry with her body.
She dances.
The falsity of nests
Are you alone my dear, my dear?
Are you facing your fears? I see you over there
Perched painfully against
the edge of your willowing nest.
Your toes pinching its pillowy remnants
in a desperate attempt to
feign fragility.
That will not save you,
Silly child.
Why not just
lay your eyes down,
and notice.
See that below lies
A flower bed-
all safety and comfort.
Do you not like how they smell now?
Once you let go
and fall
gently, into their glorious petals.
You will inhale
and find that their once fearful odor
caresses the skin of your delicate nose.
Brings a humming to the pores
now singing in unison.
Can’t you see, my dear?
The danger is not in your imminent fall
but rather
in your crumbling nest.
The way we sway
It’s clarity
you’re looking for something
you’re not even sure what it is
you reached your hand out for it
but it was gone
You missed it
a clear moment
when you can see everything as it really is
and everyone is human
the same as you
because usually
you’re spinning
and you’re dizzy
You don’t know how you got here
but in this moment
you’ve forgotten your doubts
and that thing that you were looking for
is with you now
because it always was
and in this moment
there’s no hesitation
and you’re not afraid
You’re powerful
because usually you’re spinning
but here you can see
You were never really spinning at all
Some call it red 