Here is where I find myself —in the patience of a momentdetached from beginnings or endssimply being on the outer edgeof the morning.I fold my legs under my deskthe way I’ve done since I wasin kindergarten, crisscrossapplesauce chants in my head.Slowly, I write as I focuson breath holds to combat anyanxiety ruminating on the outset.IContinue reading “Outer Edge”
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First Snow
The beginning of a new erasnow has quietly graced uswith its ever loving presence.I admire the flakes fallingwhile taking the timethe following day todig out my car fromthe blanket it left behind.At sunset, I see throughthe leaveless treesas we drive I admirethe change that brought usback to the end ofthe year in preparationfor the next.
Gratitude
Summer rain one August eveningopened up a rainbow across the roada fading twin in the background —ah, what a moment!The pure delight of naturedoesn’t go unnoticed.
Years Without A Word
March 31, 2023 at 10:54 PMI haven’t written a word in a poem from inspiration in years. Life swept me away and off went my creativity. Four walls in large rooms and small rooms held my body still from seeing the beauty I once wrote in my poems. I haven’t worked on poetry. I readContinue reading “Years Without A Word”
Mirror
The evenings spent driving along the coast reminders of living my internal reality becomes a scapegoat when the waters become unstableI drive along finding peace within the colors in the east above the ocean the backdrop mirroring the sun saying goodnight I come back to myself when I escape for a bit I learn notContinue reading “Mirror”
Adrift
This is a message,a reminder to balancewhen you feel adrift.from your bodythat you’ll be steady,that you will find calm,that you will be neutral once again with timeand clarity bringspeace only steadinesswill provide, stay strongthrough these challenging dayswhere reality spins fasterthan your brain can comprehend.You acknowledge the distancebetween your fingers on the keyboardand your mind adriftContinue reading “Adrift”
Growing Up
Growing up is learning how toconnect the mind to the body.These strange days are filled withdelicate daydreams and mind games.I follow the moon but find the sun,listen to the waves constantly telling meto love myself for who I am and how I see,how I am not trying to be someone I’m not,only someone I canContinue reading “Growing Up”
Carwash
Turkeys fly into the trees,wobbling on the branchesas they settle into the night.The nor’easter windskeep me up — sounds of childhoodgoing through the carwashrush through my mindas I hear water being slammedat the windows, except nothingis being cleaned.A never-ending carwashcontinues throughoutthe night, getting louderjust as I almostdrift into sleep.
Mental Caverns
Moments that steal my breathfrom my lungs, pull me outof my racing thoughts,stop the looping altogether,are few and far between.Mother nature’s beautyoften is the one thingthat can snap me into now.These mental cavernsI crawl into without thinkingwhen things shift quicklyresemble the beauty with playingthe same scene of the same movie.I dream of these summer days,whereContinue reading “Mental Caverns”
Faces
The ways in which I viewMy reality come to the surfaceWith each new day.Some days are heavy and I learnTo sit instead of resist the wayIn which my mind has learnedTo operate, the protectionsIn place to keep me saneWhile I wiggle room to danceIn the madness of my mindUnder the stars and screens.Some days areContinue reading “Faces”
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