Beauty for Ashes
Wednesday, April 20, 2016
Nothing to Do
long ago
was it?
When I was a child
and "nothing to do"
was a complaint
a burden
something to suffer through
bear up under
Nowadays though
there's always
something to do
checklists spread far as
the horizon
"Nothing to do"
got lost along the way
an elusive, romantic idea
a fairy tale
Lost Neverland
How bittersweet, really
I didn't appreciate nothing
Until something was all I had
Saturday, March 12, 2016
Missing You
Like a prolonged pause
Trailing off into nothing, air
Aborted coversation
Like a yawning crevass
Mid-abdomen, 'tween rib and navel
Yet somehow deep as sea
Like a lost limb
Crippling the ability to function
Illogical phantom pain
Like a nagging suspicion
Of the important, forgotten
Uneasy unrest
Thursday, March 3, 2016
A Thought
spreading,
wriggling,
bouncing,
shiny little
treasure
of a thought.
Twisting
it's way
up from
the pit of
my stomach,
dancing
its way
up my chest
to settle finally
upon my
upturned lips
as a smile
In the
blue of my
lit-up eyes
as a sparkle.
He's coming!
Saturday, February 27, 2016
Counting
Counting
In your presence, I countProfile lingered on hungrily
Pretending not to feel
Eyes tracing my face
Hand never left empty for long
Soon satisfied with yours
Sweet sufficiency in touch
Words let loose into the space between
Received, considered, responded to
Sweet communion of intercourse
Emotions ebb and flow, a lunar shift
You root deep down, an anchor
Unmoved, though caressed by tides
In your absence, I count
Time trailing off past the horizon
Months, Weeks, Days, Hours
Years left behind us like regrets
Offenses forged from vapors and ashes
Implications ripening into conclusions
Ire a simpler thing than yearning
Excuses heaped against transgressions
Justifications for closing doors
Rationalizations my one defense
Fears which percolate the emptiness
You leave in the wake of retreat
Multiplying in the darkness there
Wednesday, February 24, 2016
Interludes in 5/7/5
Wednesday, February 17, 2016
Runaway
Today was just one more day in a string
Of days full of responsibilities
Fulfilling expectations, like I should
Checking off obligations one by one
When the ever present niggle,
Little back-brain tickle daydream
Grew up in a hurry.
Fantasy to fascination to fixation.
I want to run away with you.
I need that sweet pleasure of only. Just. Nothing but
You.
'Cause I'm deep down achy bone weary
From forcing myself to focus
On day to day. Mundane. Important. Other than's.
So much energy devoted to not you-ing.
The gaurd over my mouth has been wearing thin.
All those rushing, tumbling hopes. Desire repressed. Unspoken truths.
Simmering up to my lips.
Let the pot boil over.
My hands are complaining 'bout pressing to my sides.
Restrained behind my back.
Clasped together in my lap
For moral support.
Begging for freedom to roam.
Open pasture.
And, O! O two rebellious lips
Weary with mandatory smiling and lonliness
Are poised to pose into a spoiled pout.
Whispering 'bout mutiny.
Monday, February 1, 2016
Saguaro Blossoms
Pandora blasting and the girls and I
screaming along
all tone-deaf enthusiasm
shouting out the lyrics we know
and mumbling the rest
I've got one hand on the wheel
cruise control set to 79
It's only Spring- late April
and the heat's already
started falling down
on this hellish valley
It lends a little desperation
An anxious urgency
the exhilaration of escape
the thrill of running away
to our adventure up the mountain
towards the cool and the pines
Even the desert is celebrating
right along with us
all that sharp and thorny
gray-green and inhospitable
threatening, intimidating flora
has burst into bloom
We're flying past
saguaro after saguaro
and those fat prickly things
formidable old maids
that nobody could love
are wearing white blooms
Encircling their heads
like crowns, like wreaths
blossoms grace their outstretched arms
and I realize they're all brides
even the saguaro has her day
to be lovely
To be loved