"lifegiving" poems
It's amazing how baby animals
renew our zest for life
Oct 3, 2015
Oct 3, 2015 at 12:52 AM UTC
returning to wonder of everything
when constellations sing a song
I find rhythm
it has a lot to do
with the stars
the way they can burn in men
in different points in my body
your body
even our bodies can be firm, placed heavy on beautiful earth
as we reach station to station
and my hands
even in pain
I still am happy
it has a lot to do with love
I am whole
I know I will live now
when I love the rain again
I find rhythm
of course it has a lot to do
with water
I drink from the well
the way a river extends to my fingers
and flows in my head
pure, and clear, lifegiving in its touch
waking to dreams and oceans
her body a still pool
even in pain
I will always be
it has everything to do with love
I am whole
Aug 5, 2018
Aug 5, 2018 at 12:01 AM UTC
I feel it's only right to start this book with you.
Why not start another chapter as I start my days?
With daydreams of you
With well wishes for your thoughts
With high hopes for your days path
With congratulations arising another day and continuing as yourself
You are not only in my every thought, every word, every breath.
You're in my every cell, every atom.
My makeup is of your soul.
What is the difference between obsession and love?
We always joke that I'm crazy but
I'm insanely painfully otherworldly in love with every part of who you are I yearn to know all of the you’s that have ever existed:
I want to see your face when you first fell in love.
I want to hear your voice from the first grade.
I want to feel your last tear the one I never got to see.
I need to know you, need to feel you your soul in mine.
I could write forever and it will never be enough to show you what my world has become.
But that will not stop me from trying.
If you want to know my world:
Feel your pulse
If you want to live here
Finger through your ribs.
If you want to feel my world,
Feel your heartbeat.
My world exists
In the pit of your irises.
My world
Follows the path of your veins.
My world changes seasons
When you lose your breath.
My world comes into focus and clarity as you draw near.
I live in the creases of your laugh lines
I inhabit the sunshine that lay on your shoulders
Your lips are lifegiving
Your voice caretaking
I’ve crossed the threshold
And while I know it's too soon to ask for a key,
I'm finding you leaving the door unlocked.
I can't sense your smell anymore and
I only know that it's nostalgic in ways
Only Home Can Be.
This home is not mine to claim
But this world is the one in which I live
Perhaps not mine, but still perhaps home.
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 5:09 PM UTC
fleshmaiden
meateater
cannibal
swallow
the lifegiving
bone blood meat marrow
Nov 3, 2009
Nov 3, 2009 at 2:37 AM UTC
A weak bellowing echoing across the dunes
One last call for help
Heat shimmering across the sand
Sun slowly drying
A beautiful giant of the sea
Once so free, so strong and powerful
Now stranded - helpless
Footsteps on the sand
A sound of hope for a dying soul
Cool, lifegiving water splashed across parched skin
The slap of a flipper on the sand
A push, a shove
This kind human providing a saving hand
Can you imagine
his feeling of setting a captive free?
Can you imagine
the joy there would be?
To hear that haunting song
To see the wave of a flipper in the distance
One last final thanks
To kindness across humanity.
a.s.
Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 6:57 PM UTC
I feel lost
Like I've been caught in a riptide
Tumbling over and over
Unable to breath-to hear
Trying desperately to see
Feeling a crushing pressure
On my chest
A panicky desire to breath
To breath to breath
But somewhere inside me
There is .......
A small soothing voice
Saying
" Not yet.....not yet...not yet"
Relax...let it roll
Relax...let it go
Relax...pretending you don't care
Relax relax ......relax
Float up and free...
Emerge......NOW!
Now breath.....Breath in the fresh air
Okay- I'm floating
FLOATING
But I'm still lost
Out in this vast ocean
Far away
From the security of the beach
I can see ...I can hear
What I've been missing
Now it seems
So far out of reach
Should I wait ....in hopes of rescue?
Or should I swim.....
....towards the shore?
Do I even know if it's where
I might have come from?
Is it somewhere I've never been before?
I'm not lost...am I
If I can see a landmark?
I'm not lost if it seems familiar
I'm not lost...if I just float here...
...just where I am?
Having just now....managed...to surface
Coming up to breath some air....so
I'll take a little time...to enjoy
The choices
That I now have ahead of me
Now.....
That..I'm on top
Now ....
That I'm floating
Now that I'm there ...where...
I can get that first...
....glorious
Gasping ....rasping...grasping
Everlasting...
First....breath...of fresh
FREE .....LIFEGIVING....BEAUTIFUL
WONDERFUL AIR
So now breathe and believe!
Breathe.. breathe ...Breathe
You have plenty of time
One breath
One breath at a time
One breath
One breath at a time...so .....breathe.
Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 11:48 PM UTC
I spiral happ’ly in,
I feel my flesh
dissolve to wet, to
gaseous mess
and flow flow flow
into the asterism
that is her extra latte French roast
Eye...
She asks, “What do you see?”
I see Himalayan diamond dust,
the wind as particle, sharing the
Sun in glints.
I see spiral arms and accretion discs.
I see stardust, moondust, lovedust
in great grand colorful interwebbings of
lust, of truth, of song, of delight, of Us.
I see RGB Grand Walls of stars;
organized in mind but cosmologically
principled.
I see the possibilities of galaxies -
Unformed
Adrift
Reaching
Cooling
Collecting
Heating
Sparking.
Life giving life.
Lifegiving, Life.
I see an unspoken Universe
of Dust -
Awake to Dance,
to dance to Life.
I see Love.
I see Beauty.
I see worlds not yet.
I see suns unshone.
I see comets unknown.
I see tidepools.
I see fields of fuzzies.
I see Seas.
I see mountains and valleys.
I see Forest.
I see Love.
I see her, and in her,
I see a world, a cosmos, a way;
a way I’d rather be.
A way I’d rather live.
I see Love.
I see her.
Through tears,
I see
the limitless warmth of an unlimited
Un iv er se
in her tawny toffee coffee
Eye.
Jan 27, 2019
Jan 27, 2019 at 3:24 PM UTC
I was always quick to fall in love
With ****** knees, I would move on to the next, to the next, to the next
“This too shall pass” they told me as a crimson flood left me hollow
Wounds heal, scars fade, and the memories are long gone
But the spirits of those naked nights
Echo in the empty rooms of my mind
I was always quick to overreact
“This too shall pass” I told myself as the water filled my lungs
The burning sensation of the lifegiving salty substance
Almost too pure to exist in a world blemished by ugliness
But still the echoes stayed
I was always quick to fall in love
But for once, I didn’t get up
Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 5:34 PM UTC
“Emotionally Impregnated”
was the phrase that came to mind
when I tried to make sense
of what had happened to me
half way through listening to
the song he had sent
“You know you gave me all the time
Oh, did I give enough of mine?”
It was the unchangeable joining
of thought and feeling that produced
within me a growing emotional experience
that no more asked permission to be
than did any other seed and egg.
“Say you don’t know me anymore
But that’s a bullet on your floor”
I have never been a reliable narrator though
how many negative tests have I produced
even amid ******* that imagined they were swollen
nausea that persisted for days
and blood that stained sheets much later than expected?
Had I just spent the last two years
in an elaborate emotional pregnancy scare?
Had the joining of lyrics
of hungry bodies
of insatiable hearts
produced within me an embryo of empty hope?
Have I sabotaged my own lifeblood
in a desire to force from my womb
some monstrous and malformed product
of what had been lifegiving friendship?
Apr 14, 2020
Apr 14, 2020 at 7:45 PM UTC
And as the sun bleeds itself into the sea, we watch its lifegiving light die as it sinks slowly into the endless blue.
Its brightness, which no one dared to look directly into, fades.
Stripped off the glory of shining with its unparalleled grandeur, the sun, sets. Every day.
Nothing lasts forever.
Jun 29, 2019
Jun 29, 2019 at 4:57 AM UTC
let me meditate
on your voice
my sweet moon
you sound
like a being of the sky
a silver cloud
that turns with the night
damp blue
your laughter
the news
of first rain
a freshwater stream
lifegiving
the sound of your
cotton footsteps
my early mornings
the sight of your feet
my good fortune
I'm a poet, I must
carry my notebook around
just in case you turn to
look over your shoulder
on a sunny afternoon
the sun squinting
at the blinding light in the sky
I'll be back
when I have more to say
can you blame me
for falling short of words?
goodnight
Nov 1, 2024
Nov 1, 2024 at 11:27 AM UTC
In a weeping valley ringed by slumbering mountains
The most beautiful things
Are slivers of December sky
In between layers and layers of clouds of darkened silver,
Reflected by the sea-bottle blue of sea glass panes.
The tops of spires nestle in fine mist,
And lifegiving raindrops splatter across crumbling walls,
They stain everything green,
Giving this haven of patchwork concrete and metal it’s name.
Let my sorrows depart swiftly with these silent currents,
Let my wishes be fulfilled by this emerald city.
Dec 2, 2018
Dec 2, 2018 at 1:02 AM UTC