Last night we tiptoed in laughing circles
around the truth we both know
a feeling lighter than air,
a helium delirium inflating the balloons in my heart with joy.
It's hung suspended between goodbyes and goodnights,
a weightless pause spun heavy in meaning,
words made shy and sweet by the newness of it all.
And last night you rambled through your hiccups
about the importance of getting it right,
of furnishing words in fireworks and gestures
lamenting your romanticism,
which I hang in garlands around my room
and through my mind,
throwing open the windows of both
releasing a feeling lighter than air,
a helium delirium of joy.
two weeks of little loves
with the smell of wet beech forest and moss
in the back of your van,
your hands were moonlit spiders
around my waist
laughter bubbling up around us in the dark,
and you tasted like smoke and smiles I couldn't see.
little loves took root
on my birthday,
running barefoot through the park stealing kisses and road cones
after sun drenched beers wrapped around my brain,
leaving me hazy in the heat and hops
and dormant hopes
I had forgotten,
taking form in the scratchy sounds of a vinyl
you gifted the night through my open porch door,
to combat the sound of cicadas.
Little loves grew roots so slowly
I didn't notice until you were gone,
We'd grown a garden instead of apart.
#gardens #love #little #loves
you were to stay for long,
you left a tidemark on my walls,
a gentle swell and retreat I welcomed with delight and open arms
through the doors and windows,
awakened by the smell of salt and quiet happiness
and by your laughter in the waves.
And the little treasures hidden beneath,
the rocks and flowers bumping and rolling in the current
you left for me to find on the floor,
tiny keepsakes of a happy time,
how sublime it is to float.
She drifts in and out of lives
a stray comet offering brief illumination
before setting off on another lap about the world.
how are you so heartless,
asks the earth of her lofty voyage,
here to spark heat and small hopes,
the nonchalant aftermath of your visit,
only to leave as a flash in the night.
oh to stay a comet-
if you move fast enough,
it's easy to forget you are dust in orbit,
if you move fast enough
you are not heartless but frozen,
in constant motion to forget
your heart only exists on earth,
in those fleeting moments where you allow the ice to melt.
comet- a celestial object consisting of a nucleus of ice and dust
Once the war was over,
and we stood on opposing sides,
waving white flags in the wreckage and the blood,
I took myself and the lingering ring of gunfire
to mourn my loss and grieve.
I focused on mending;
mending my heart and newly missed limbs,
immersing myself in new routines,
scrubbing away the debris left under my nails
the mechanical effort of breathing all day
leaving me exhausted each night in a bed for two,
curled around an empty space which grew sombre in the dark.
I could tuck you away in the back corner of the cupboard
in the box labelled 'before the war,'
and I could breathe just fine
but couldn't find my voice,
trapped in the fortified cocoon I'd built to convalesce.
These days though,
I am butterfly new,
uncertain and yet unfurled,
braving the winds outside the cocoon,
in hope they will catch the voice I'm finding.
I was listening to Kings of Leon
trapped on the bus for 2 hours
between a lady who had fallen asleep
and endless beech forest skimming past the window
green green grey green green grey,
until we broke through into farmland
past the national park sign
(ka kite ano ko Te Waiponamu),
and a shock of yellow broom flowers
waved us onwards past the lambs
and streams idling through the paddock.
40 minutes from home
it's stuffy and I'm carsick and hungry,
but it's Spring,
the sun's out and I'm just happy to be here.
its been a good year.
I laid a galaxy to rest today,
A journey of discovery,
Through stars and feeling and ultimately to tragedy,
It burned out from building planets into nothingness,
comet fire dying quietly in the atmosphere above.
And I buried it in the ground to feed the roots of a new universe,
Leaving flowers on headstone for the Galileo in my heart.
little poems through time and space.
Anyone know what this is about? I'd like to know too!