When a flower grows, you can appreciate its delicate fragrance; the depth of its colours, the intricate marvel of its shape. You know that this flower as grown from a tiny bud and had to go through a process in order to become this gem to admire. Each springtime; the tulips blossom and at the end of their season they retreat until the following spring. Relationships are similar to the change of seasons and flowers. They go through cycles and periods of change, growth and rebirth. We ourselves go through transitions; in which we shed the old to welcome the new, release old fears to welcome new joys, let go of stagnation to embrace our heart’s passions.
or be essential.
in order to be.
in your essentials
for you must work
in life to be.
You either stay home or you're an essential worker.
In the world of colors, I was a deep purple. A dark cloud in the midst of a golden palace - royal tinged with a sadness that blocked rays of light with a deep gray. My dark thoughts twisted around oak trees and into the roots of this one world. It is not be assumed that all was depressing but comfortable. There were rarely rainstorms for the self rarely allowed drops to fall from one's face. Just deep, heavy clouds.
What is this new world that I am in? A big, glass room that reflects the burning sun as it beings to rise. The self has dug its heels into the start of a sunrise. Highlighted with fury, my thoughts bounce off the glass and into my body, jolting with energy. I have yet to see the sun fully rise as I am stuck with the burning sky. One day, the heat ooze out onto the earth and crumble the glass, forcing the self to contend with what comes next. But right now, every inch of my skin is soaking up the blazing sun that it had missed so much. Maybe a full rise isn't welcome right now, but it will be one day.
The poppies in the field bleed
Sunflowers long went to seed
The peonies are past their prime
Wilting more and more all the time
The scythe mowed grass left brown and dry
Where the chickweed and dandelion lie
And the brush fire smoke at noon
Leaves the sun looking like a moon
When the apples bright and red before
Start to rot and shrivel to the core
I know that Autumn time is almost here
As summer slowly disappears
Tumultuous darkness surrounds me.
It laps around my resting body, standing,
Poised to take whatever step found easy.
The sensation of the darkness around me,
It's silence and it's clenching emptiness
Swirling at the chance of stealing another
Position to act as stimuli.
The sensation across my skin muddles my thoughts.
I am who I am.
Reckless in my environment,
With the grounds shifting,
If a door passes by,
I open it.
If a hand reaches out,
I pull it.
If ground stops shifting,
I look down at it...
Whether or not the darkness eases,
my body is dynamic, in flux
you touched me and I was reborn
nerve endings rebuilt stronger
the outside changed too
hair colour through rainbows
makeup for every mood sparkled
sensory systems grew and changed
immortalized by your lips
with your fingers on my skin
connections newly created
yet so familiar and at peace
eyes wandering over your face
one I had loved so intensely
now my moon no longer recognizes
the wrinkles formed at the corners
when I smile or laugh or play
you loved me as I was, once
though every part of me replaced
shifted and altered to becoming
unrecognizable or similar
to when we had first met
I was made new because of you
while you believe I am the same
after everything had changed
aging their way together;
there was a shade of the person
he admired and esteemed
both within himself and her
a tune that slowed and drifted
became all the more intimate
through youth, silken and willing
which whispered to early hearts
we become and awaken with ardor
when our originals fail to excite
we grow and resemble the other
when one's love becomes requite
when my brain stops beating
and it stops festering in its perplexing notions
and stop-motion contraptions
it's veins and nerves
will turn into strings and wires
for bold machines and troubled moulds to gather
as it floats above the murky water
eating the life it rests amongst
tampering with the wildlife
it so valued, in its shelter
that now lives in ash
as it melts into the soil and becomes a stone of reclusion
that looks upon the stars by the coast
and meditates along the margin of its past life
I still feel the warmth your love provides
though now I am alone and you, gone
I still feel you each night by my side
while every day awakes a new dawn
and I find ways to keep moving on
you were every part of me, my star
we saw a future for us alone
so many stolen nights became ours
I gave myself to you and was shown
parts of your body, muscle and bone
I loved you and every bit, my dear
without you, there are merely dull aches
knowing never will I have you near
letting you leave; my greatest mistake
now all I have left is my heartbreak
every verse feels just a little incomplete and less rounded when there are only 9 syllables.
I'll ride on sparkling rainbows
to sandy shore lines far away
follow the beams and rays that glow
while rain drops form a bouquet
watch me dance through the sky
with the stars, I will sway
while playing with clouds, I fly
I'll learn to lose you on the way