#seesaw
Only air separates the soles of my feet and the dirt on the ground.
Up and down
and up and down.
I feel weightless and light
and then sink with the heaviness of rushing back to the ground.
My eyes lock into yours.
I watch that as you go up
Earth catches me and drags me back to her.
When I go up
I feel nothing but the guilt of you being on the ground.
I have stopped pushing off.
My flight is dependent on how much you bend your knees.
But I am afraid if I get off, I will not be able to rise on my own.
So I cling on to the cold metal that connects us.
As I rise, I make my self heavy to sink back into the ground,
into my grave.
I hope for balance,
but until then its
Up and down
and up and down.
Apr 13, 2022
Apr 13, 2022 at 6:49 PM UTC
Even as the golden embers of the Sun
sweep the rough surfaces of wood,
the rays command the light to twist,
to show the perfectly imperfect portrait of life.
Even as nature's breath let
the crisp autumn leaves sway with the air,
you don't cease your own little dance
within the children's sandbox.
Even as your eyes crinkle along the edges
with your nose crunching like a flower bud,
you seem as if you were Touch-Me-Nots
that found its way to become a Sunflower.
Even as we align like a seesaw
with weights that drift us apart to a distance, but
bring us closer to the equilibrium,
we would always be close but never quite there.
Even as I see you the way that I do,
even if my words won't reach you,
I write all these to let other seedlings know
of a special flower called *you.
Feb 27, 2019
Feb 27, 2019 at 10:17 AM UTC
When the plank is up,
Icicles form like the sword of Damocles
Above my door.
Breath is whisked away by prisms
Hanging between limbs, flailing.
My parka rests in the closet;
The shovel looks incongruous
Leaning against the shed.
High, I giggle in the peopled park,
Waiting for descent.
There is talk of another Arctic Vortex,
Combined with the Texas jet stream,
A canopy of cold is raised,
Crueler in the bright sunshine of March.
But we see shadows, elongating and shrinking,
And my toes reach tentatively
For the softening ground.
But soon,
I'm high again,
Heading towards the bright, yellow sun.
Mar 3, 2018
Mar 3, 2018 at 2:41 PM UTC
*I'm balancing the seesaw rhythm of the sun against the moon
Swooning in circles- my vice to your versa
Dropping the dice
Hoping these verses are keeping you warm when my hands cannot
Knotting underwater thirst taking aim at a sea salt sprinkled sky
Kaleidoscopes revolving in my eyes
Complimenting stars who have never blushed so bright
I’m sorry
It’s been a long time since I’ve been down this road
I’m looking for the letter that comes after ‘T’
I remember finding her
Where it rained rose petals
Rose pedals, from sunrise till sunsleep
Where every morning began like taking my first breath of real air
Like an overload of senses
Ego waiving defenses
So dizzy till your dancing
There are places where romance is like science and religion combined
How serotonin can spill from your mouth and into mine
And returning the favor gets wrapped in your thighs tied tightly
Where an epoch of yin meets an eternity of yang
Where the seesaw pivot meets rose petal rain*
May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 6:38 AM UTC
I know my emotion is not stable
Up and down, down and up
But I am so glad you're on the other end
You keep my life balanced, you saved me with your love
Jun 12, 2015
Jun 12, 2015 at 2:53 PM UTC
I have so much love in my heart
But don't let anyone love me
I take and take and push away
I bruise, I break, I bleed.
I crush the souls of those I meet
To get my daily feed
A dose of poison in my veins
Is all the love I need;
Heart breakers and hell-raisers
Can never love for free.
Why do I fall so easily?
Why does nobody satisfy me?
These questions seem to fill my troubled head
I push away before I'm hurt
I too have felt pain of the worse
Because with love and lust comes fear and greed.
Mar 14, 2015
Mar 14, 2015 at 8:34 PM UTC
Up, down, back and forth
Seems purely unpoetic
What a serene change
Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 8:01 PM UTC
I wish I could say,
That I was lost in your eyes,
But it's a straight-paved road,
So I'd be telling lies.
I wish I could claim,
That you were a moat-surrounded castle,
But when I launch an invasion,
You barely even get hostile.
We're on a seesaw,
But you're not quite heavy enough.
Soon I'll get bored,
And move on to something else.
Don't make it too easy,
Don't be black and white.
For I'd just pierce through your glass,
And leave you in a plight.
Jul 2, 2014
Jul 2, 2014 at 4:42 AM UTC