"pineful" poems
things went accordingly
explosive by the book
consequently I found
pineful silhouettes
fossils of empty hands
floating poems
the boundaries of words
silk illusions or outrageous life
frozen layers of pain
pigments of pride
here is the splitting point
hey, don’t leave with me-crumbs
on your shoulders
I could make you the watchman of dreams
were they to loosen their grip
I am the daughter
of those serious people
without tears
the first flash of light-
the primordial invasion
violence against unformed space
a trapping container
I had to find escaping routes
from my mother’s womb
it chewed me out
it left me with no skin
so naked, insane
I couldn’t try my birth before
only measure my pace
put it into question marks
spin around in memory-years
till it hit me that
I was so old
when I was born
not to hold on to
the vortex of wonder
the essence of reverie
the crest & zest of words
till I can make it
to the other side
of gravity
Jul 21, 2015
Jul 21, 2015 at 5:16 PM UTC
I hope you can sense my glance
as it wanders across the
miles of mountain and river
that cloud the space between us
I hope all that pining turns into
a soft nudge by the time it reaches you
and in your mind
you hold its hand
rubbing the back of it with your thumb
and then tuck it deep in your pocket
I hope you save it
for when your mind is restless
and it quiets your thoughts
guiding your wonderings
to meet mine
I think of you when I get mud on my shoes
I think of you when it drizzles rain in the winter
Feb 7, 2015
Feb 7, 2015 at 10:43 AM UTC