Tag Archives: Poetry

Intuition

Drowning out the noise of the day,trying to exist without getting lostin the ocean of my own thoughts.I seek beauty, make stories in my head,dance out the darkness until itno longer enraptures my every step.I’m okay, I say, I’m okay.These are the days where I’m beginningto believe my own words.

In-between the cracks of an open window

I spy a bird in the distance on a rooftop signals of summer in the airheat manifests in roomswith no a/c, the east coastliving drips down my skinI listen to the morningmy morning coffee going colda book resting on my keyboardplaces there when I took this photoinspiring a poem through an open window.

Internal Landscapes

A David Gray album is my soundtrackas the tides change in my brainas the days are shifting, blossoming.I am in the process of mourningthe part of me that’s helped mesurvive up until now. I love her dearlybut in the process of growth, I mustlet her go. My body aches at herdeparture, for it’s unbalanced inContinue reading “Internal Landscapes”

Technicolor

I love how the pink flowers contrast perfectly with the deep blue cloudless morning sky. Appreciation of beauty takes a second of your day but can lighten your mood and remind you of some of the ways in which change can be lovely. It’s the small details that have the deepest impact. We walk inContinue reading “Technicolor”

Perspective

From the mountain top, by the grave,I zoom into see the sea and the water tower I grew up throwing rocks at – the ripple sounds that blasts throughthe space upon impact sticks outin my memory. Zoom! Zoom into make senseof the beautiful place I’ve alwaysfelt safe but can now wander aroundas timelines between pastContinue reading “Perspective”

Secret Garden

Before the trees form leaves,bright daffodils sprout inthe most unexpected place.Off a ledge, forms a secret garden,by the river, may they bloom.This becomes a little sanctuary, surrounding of nature allowsfor the passing of daysto be blissful. For Aunt Liz.

Bloom Baby Bloom

I had another poembut somehow it got lostin the closing of windows.I swore I had saved it.In it’s place is this poemwith the same nameabout the passage of time,the mistaken of actions,and the curious wayswe continue to pick ourselves upand carry on to the next season of life, to the nextdays where sunshine causesthe waterContinue reading “Bloom Baby Bloom”

Happenstance

The invisible string of reality.How one person’s life ends suddenlysaves a life that gives birth togenerations of people that wouldn’texist had a stranger not existed either.It’s a balance of happenstance,the layers of emotions are unmatchedwhen grief meets relief of breathinganother day. An organ in a foreign bodydonated from another helps keepthe patient alive along withContinue reading “Happenstance”

Palette

Gently, I paint my poems into being.Guiding my pen along the lineI try to provide clarity of seeing.In a day filled with distractions,I take as many moments as possibleto just breathe, to just let my minddrift off as my thoughts become silent.It is the process of building newnesswithin my internal reality which providesstability while feelingContinue reading “Palette”