A small psalm to wanting.
17 responses
I am nothing but desire
Spun from twisted dreams
I long to be set on fire
But not all is as it seems
I am borne from hate and loveliness
A child of the stars
And yet the things that bring me bliss
I collect in small glass jars
Take a dose of love from this
A jar so very fine
Or lock up some loneliness
In one thats less divine
open cedar
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 11:23 PM UTC
A faint wish, a soft plea,
For a whisper of what might be.
A heart's gentle hum,
Till fulfillment has come,
A small psalm to wanting, you see.
late cloud
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 10:35 PM UTC
The palm trees stand so tall.
I wish I could be like them—
unafraid of storms,
untangled from every thought.
They bend without asking
if they deserve the sky.
Unlike us,
they do not carry shame,
or fear of failing before they begin.
They survive hurricanes,
stand steady through ruin,
while we crumble under
storms that have not even formed.
Maybe that is the difference:
they survive the storm,
while we collapse before it forms.
soft harbor
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 10:30 PM UTC
I am dirty hunger, and deep perveous wanting,
I lie against the thrumming ache of you, moaning open my breathless lungs, intaking the air stolen from your spooling words
faded ivy
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 6:11 PM UTC
i only want one this
peace if mind
silence in my head
calming of my heart
strength for my body
and love for my soul
moonlit moss
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 4:50 PM UTC
i never wanted nothing bad,
but i wanted you too badly
fierce stone
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 4:35 PM UTC
I want to be free.
Crave the concept
Long to stretch my wings
And soar through the sky
And wave all of my troubles,
Goodbye.
stubborn thrush
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 4:21 PM UTC
I sing no praises of this world
I cite no joy or passion in looking
backward nor looking forward.
There lies only the darkness of
sleep to look toward now.
distant cloud
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 4:19 PM UTC
Basque in the ambitions
Bathe in the regret
Be washed anew
By the ripples in my reflection
Burdened by success
Because I dare desire...
weary ember
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 2:57 PM UTC
I didn't even care that you didn't want me back.
I wanted you like I needed you.
I wanted you SO much.
The thought of you was almost enough.
heavy garden
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 1:09 PM UTC
late spring, the chill does NOT thrill,
the chest cold, the allergies cold, leave
me distressed and feeling unblessed;
I long for days of purified, irradiating
sun rays, fingerlings of god, sundering
my chest, a 3month charge to last the
summer’s length; dispel the gray overcast,
send it packing, I am the summerman,
welcome the days of illimitable charging,
of body + soul, when the poetry drips from
my eyes, at the joy of yet another glorious
summer notched upon my skin…
natty
faded thrush
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 8:54 AM UTC
nothing can burn the fleeting feel of your skin
the only scripture I care to remember
your name, the liturgy of my hands
the wanting just celebrates you
your heated embrace
your barbaric wise and distracted mind
the laughing mischief of your gaze
when the night grows tall
your fears, your boldness
I am consumed by the whole of you
my yearning is a festival
a storm celebrating the wonder
of the sky
wandering ridge
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 8:27 AM UTC
Psalm of Wanting
My little finger
taps unconsciously
as my thoughts wander
toward the warmth
of your hand.
An electric shiver
runs softly
down my spine.
Then my awareness returns
my little finger
resting once more
beside the cold ring,
leaving me trembling.
I close my eyes
and hold
my own cold palm
within my hand,
thinking of your eyes
inside my mind.
:)
rusted heron
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 6:11 AM UTC
I don’t want anymore.
Life is nearly over
and I’ve gotten nothing.
Wanting delivers momentary joy
Followed be evisceration,
Leaving you like a gutted deer
Hanging limp from the sky.
I’ll not want, for wanting
Failed to provide
Enduring gifts.
I’ll want for nothing.
heavy moss
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 5:43 AM UTC
like the beginning to a prayer, want claimed a sin. this one, where i would avoid getting flowers in the fear of them losing their pretty, and then i'd keep them in the middle of my books, leave them in every set, locked up. the dried ones, losing their youth, but not the name, perhaps the color, never the origin.
where i would carry a tissue and not just for the messy eating, when i would use the tissue, wipe the corners of my eyes, and not just from laughing.
warm garden
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 4:04 AM UTC
Bless the wanting that rises
before I name it,
the spark that stirs
in the hollow of morning.
Bless the reach that outlives fear,
the hand I extend
toward what is not yet mine
but might be.
Bless the longing that refuses
to shrink itself,
that teaches me
I am still becoming.
Let this wanting
be prayer enough
for today.
golden pine
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 12:17 AM UTC
O shard of inward fire,
gather your quiet geometry here.
Let need stir beneath thought
rise as a single mark—
a turning glyph, bright hinge of intent.
Set in the inner chamber:
a curve for hunger,
a stroke for courage,
a sealed point for the not-yet spoken.
Let this sign stand—
neither plea,
nor bargain,
but desire’s clean shape
before the world touches it.
And may its pattern open
only in the hour it chooses,
where hand is steady
and the path is ready
to receive its light.
.
amber stone
May 22
May 22, 2026 at 8:23 PM UTC
I am nothing but desire
Spun from twisted dreams
I long to be set on fire
But not all is as it seems
I am borne from hate and loveliness
A child of the stars
And yet the things that bring me bliss
I collect in small glass jars
Take a dose of love from this
A jar so very fine
Or lock up some loneliness
In one thats less divine
open cedar
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 11:23 PM UTC
The palm trees stand so tall.
I wish I could be like them—
unafraid of storms,
untangled from every thought.
They bend without asking
if they deserve the sky.
Unlike us,
they do not carry shame,
or fear of failing before they begin.
They survive hurricanes,
stand steady through ruin,
while we crumble under
storms that have not even formed.
Maybe that is the difference:
they survive the storm,
while we collapse before it forms.
soft harbor
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 10:30 PM UTC
i only want one this
peace if mind
silence in my head
calming of my heart
strength for my body
and love for my soul
moonlit moss
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 4:50 PM UTC
I want to be free.
Crave the concept
Long to stretch my wings
And soar through the sky
And wave all of my troubles,
Goodbye.
stubborn thrush
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 4:21 PM UTC
Basque in the ambitions
Bathe in the regret
Be washed anew
By the ripples in my reflection
Burdened by success
Because I dare desire...
weary ember
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 2:57 PM UTC
late spring, the chill does NOT thrill,
the chest cold, the allergies cold, leave
me distressed and feeling unblessed;
I long for days of purified, irradiating
sun rays, fingerlings of god, sundering
my chest, a 3month charge to last the
summer’s length; dispel the gray overcast,
send it packing, I am the summerman,
welcome the days of illimitable charging,
of body + soul, when the poetry drips from
my eyes, at the joy of yet another glorious
summer notched upon my skin…
natty
faded thrush
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 8:54 AM UTC
Psalm of Wanting
My little finger
taps unconsciously
as my thoughts wander
toward the warmth
of your hand.
An electric shiver
runs softly
down my spine.
Then my awareness returns
my little finger
resting once more
beside the cold ring,
leaving me trembling.
I close my eyes
and hold
my own cold palm
within my hand,
thinking of your eyes
inside my mind.
:)
rusted heron
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 6:11 AM UTC
like the beginning to a prayer, want claimed a sin. this one, where i would avoid getting flowers in the fear of them losing their pretty, and then i'd keep them in the middle of my books, leave them in every set, locked up. the dried ones, losing their youth, but not the name, perhaps the color, never the origin.
where i would carry a tissue and not just for the messy eating, when i would use the tissue, wipe the corners of my eyes, and not just from laughing.
warm garden
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 4:04 AM UTC
O shard of inward fire,
gather your quiet geometry here.
Let need stir beneath thought
rise as a single mark—
a turning glyph, bright hinge of intent.
Set in the inner chamber:
a curve for hunger,
a stroke for courage,
a sealed point for the not-yet spoken.
Let this sign stand—
neither plea,
nor bargain,
but desire’s clean shape
before the world touches it.
And may its pattern open
only in the hour it chooses,
where hand is steady
and the path is ready
to receive its light.
.
amber stone
May 22
May 22, 2026 at 8:23 PM UTC
A faint wish, a soft plea,
For a whisper of what might be.
A heart's gentle hum,
Till fulfillment has come,
A small psalm to wanting, you see.
late cloud
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 10:35 PM UTC
I am dirty hunger, and deep perveous wanting,
I lie against the thrumming ache of you, moaning open my breathless lungs, intaking the air stolen from your spooling words
faded ivy
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 6:11 PM UTC
i never wanted nothing bad,
but i wanted you too badly
fierce stone
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 4:35 PM UTC
I sing no praises of this world
I cite no joy or passion in looking
backward nor looking forward.
There lies only the darkness of
sleep to look toward now.
distant cloud
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 4:19 PM UTC
I didn't even care that you didn't want me back.
I wanted you like I needed you.
I wanted you SO much.
The thought of you was almost enough.
heavy garden
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 1:09 PM UTC
nothing can burn the fleeting feel of your skin
the only scripture I care to remember
your name, the liturgy of my hands
the wanting just celebrates you
your heated embrace
your barbaric wise and distracted mind
the laughing mischief of your gaze
when the night grows tall
your fears, your boldness
I am consumed by the whole of you
my yearning is a festival
a storm celebrating the wonder
of the sky
wandering ridge
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 8:27 AM UTC
I don’t want anymore.
Life is nearly over
and I’ve gotten nothing.
Wanting delivers momentary joy
Followed be evisceration,
Leaving you like a gutted deer
Hanging limp from the sky.
I’ll not want, for wanting
Failed to provide
Enduring gifts.
I’ll want for nothing.
heavy moss
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 5:43 AM UTC
Bless the wanting that rises
before I name it,
the spark that stirs
in the hollow of morning.
Bless the reach that outlives fear,
the hand I extend
toward what is not yet mine
but might be.
Bless the longing that refuses
to shrink itself,
that teaches me
I am still becoming.
Let this wanting
be prayer enough
for today.
golden pine
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 12:17 AM UTC
I am nothing but desire
Spun from twisted dreams
I long to be set on fire
But not all is as it seems
I am borne from hate and loveliness
A child of the stars
And yet the things that bring me bliss
I collect in small glass jars
Take a dose of love from this
A jar so very fine
Or lock up some loneliness
In one thats less divine
open cedar
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 11:23 PM UTC
I am dirty hunger, and deep perveous wanting,
I lie against the thrumming ache of you, moaning open my breathless lungs, intaking the air stolen from your spooling words
faded ivy
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 6:11 PM UTC
I want to be free.
Crave the concept
Long to stretch my wings
And soar through the sky
And wave all of my troubles,
Goodbye.
stubborn thrush
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 4:21 PM UTC
I didn't even care that you didn't want me back.
I wanted you like I needed you.
I wanted you SO much.
The thought of you was almost enough.
heavy garden
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 1:09 PM UTC
Psalm of Wanting
My little finger
taps unconsciously
as my thoughts wander
toward the warmth
of your hand.
An electric shiver
runs softly
down my spine.
Then my awareness returns
my little finger
resting once more
beside the cold ring,
leaving me trembling.
I close my eyes
and hold
my own cold palm
within my hand,
thinking of your eyes
inside my mind.
:)
rusted heron
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 6:11 AM UTC
Bless the wanting that rises
before I name it,
the spark that stirs
in the hollow of morning.
Bless the reach that outlives fear,
the hand I extend
toward what is not yet mine
but might be.
Bless the longing that refuses
to shrink itself,
that teaches me
I am still becoming.
Let this wanting
be prayer enough
for today.
golden pine
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 12:17 AM UTC
A faint wish, a soft plea,
For a whisper of what might be.
A heart's gentle hum,
Till fulfillment has come,
A small psalm to wanting, you see.
late cloud
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 10:35 PM UTC
i only want one this
peace if mind
silence in my head
calming of my heart
strength for my body
and love for my soul
moonlit moss
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 4:50 PM UTC
I sing no praises of this world
I cite no joy or passion in looking
backward nor looking forward.
There lies only the darkness of
sleep to look toward now.
distant cloud
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 4:19 PM UTC
late spring, the chill does NOT thrill,
the chest cold, the allergies cold, leave
me distressed and feeling unblessed;
I long for days of purified, irradiating
sun rays, fingerlings of god, sundering
my chest, a 3month charge to last the
summer’s length; dispel the gray overcast,
send it packing, I am the summerman,
welcome the days of illimitable charging,
of body + soul, when the poetry drips from
my eyes, at the joy of yet another glorious
summer notched upon my skin…
natty
faded thrush
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 8:54 AM UTC
I don’t want anymore.
Life is nearly over
and I’ve gotten nothing.
Wanting delivers momentary joy
Followed be evisceration,
Leaving you like a gutted deer
Hanging limp from the sky.
I’ll not want, for wanting
Failed to provide
Enduring gifts.
I’ll want for nothing.
heavy moss
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 5:43 AM UTC
O shard of inward fire,
gather your quiet geometry here.
Let need stir beneath thought
rise as a single mark—
a turning glyph, bright hinge of intent.
Set in the inner chamber:
a curve for hunger,
a stroke for courage,
a sealed point for the not-yet spoken.
Let this sign stand—
neither plea,
nor bargain,
but desire’s clean shape
before the world touches it.
And may its pattern open
only in the hour it chooses,
where hand is steady
and the path is ready
to receive its light.
.
amber stone
May 22
May 22, 2026 at 8:23 PM UTC
The palm trees stand so tall.
I wish I could be like them—
unafraid of storms,
untangled from every thought.
They bend without asking
if they deserve the sky.
Unlike us,
they do not carry shame,
or fear of failing before they begin.
They survive hurricanes,
stand steady through ruin,
while we crumble under
storms that have not even formed.
Maybe that is the difference:
they survive the storm,
while we collapse before it forms.
soft harbor
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 10:30 PM UTC
i never wanted nothing bad,
but i wanted you too badly
fierce stone
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 4:35 PM UTC
Basque in the ambitions
Bathe in the regret
Be washed anew
By the ripples in my reflection
Burdened by success
Because I dare desire...
weary ember
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 2:57 PM UTC
nothing can burn the fleeting feel of your skin
the only scripture I care to remember
your name, the liturgy of my hands
the wanting just celebrates you
your heated embrace
your barbaric wise and distracted mind
the laughing mischief of your gaze
when the night grows tall
your fears, your boldness
I am consumed by the whole of you
my yearning is a festival
a storm celebrating the wonder
of the sky
wandering ridge
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 8:27 AM UTC
like the beginning to a prayer, want claimed a sin. this one, where i would avoid getting flowers in the fear of them losing their pretty, and then i'd keep them in the middle of my books, leave them in every set, locked up. the dried ones, losing their youth, but not the name, perhaps the color, never the origin.
where i would carry a tissue and not just for the messy eating, when i would use the tissue, wipe the corners of my eyes, and not just from laughing.
warm garden
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 4:04 AM UTC