Tag: Poetry

tea

a gray morning
a cup of hot tea
I set my thoughts aside
and watch for sunlight
I taste the sweet tea
lingering on my lips
I wish I could hold time
just slow it down enough
so daylight moves slowly
never quite arriving
and my tea
never gets cold

a tree

When I am in the woods, I stay quiet

I want to be like a tree

A tree only moves when something moves it

It does not try to imitate anything else

It is always true to itself

 

murky waters

an old photograph shows
my father
I was just a child
looking up in wonder
The pond shimmered
cool and
refreshing relief from the heavy summer
heat
We used to leap from
the muddy bank
into the murky water below
offered us secrets only children could sense
we were still so young
looking up the way only children can
do
while the adults pretended
in the way only adults
do

I pressed a leaf
between book pages
in a chapter I
haven’t read yet.
a dark purple leaf
with crimson veins
from a season that has passed
from a season kept
in a timeless moment,
a child laughing at
the rain.
a child who isn’t jaded yet
always curious
and free
always safe
in the unknown
at home with all the questions
questions wrapped up in life
life held as a question

buds turned inward;
last years blossoms
turned inward upon themselves
as memories.
only a
lilac tree could hold these lessons
with
such bold defiance.
blossoms
so near birth
& last
year’s buds just memories

in
dreams body
tells me things

i study you
my
body so inadequate

so very
loved yet
so inadequate for this

in dreams
body tells me things

body tells
me in dreams
of things

body always primal

body
to hide pain or joy
or even joyful pain
or pleasure 

body
tell me things
things told to me
by body

peeling the layers
of an onion
the dried skin
flaking away
down to the off-white flesh
of the fruit
pulling the
separate layers
that tell stories
unfolding them one by one
and holding
the flesh to your ear
and saying yes