"presentness" poems
Greetings and salutations m'lady
Thou hast been absent and missed
Most notably thoust smile and
thine choired voice espousing deep longing and
opining of distant and never-presentness
despite opportunity and invitation.
Lulled into sleep by your gently warming coo,
flightless i remain.
Turn, I will again,
'gainst the mournful draw of your beckoning, and slip into
dream, once more.
Cool is the pillow upon which i rest my weary head,
restless is the mind inside.
Tumbled and tossed, like an ocean-dweller upon
crashing waves,
waiting to be heaved breathless
upon your shore.
The fire has been ignited,
flames dance brilliantly around me,
a barefoot saviour, pulling me through
the wet sand,
offering sweet coconut water
and reminding me to breathe.
Twinkle, twinkle million stars embedded in
desolate black woven fabric,
eyes make contact.
Blue-green ocean-farer with autumn-acorn islander.
Universe unravels, and sits aback
allowing truth and impromptu correlations
to take hold.
For this is the work of God!
Sep 26, 2013
Sep 26, 2013 at 5:38 AM UTC
Today is a day,
for nostalgia;
For the reaper to finally and momentarily be
beaten.
Even in all of his infinite wisdom,
in which the past becomes just a laugh,
and the lurid poisons of our love,
have the shallow touch of a feather.
When the snow begins,
we relive all those duldroms,
all those meaningless nothings
seemingly so meaningful and wrong,
long ago.
We retell our stories,
silently,
to ourselves,
feeling less bitter as the words
litter our minds,
powdering the pain,
and covering with joy,
our sorrow.
In dementia,
they say,
our love goes stronger every day.
Grows newer
in old ways.
I hope to be like you someday.
Today,
we will beat the bitter sandpaper of tomorrow,
that which rubs away our definition with every brutal blow,
with the soft tapping of our fingers
against our skulls.
Puzzling over what made us beautiful and purposeful,
instead of what crowds against us like a box,
instead of what destroys us like a skipping cd,
instead of what sings against our mind like a harpy
with it's constant verses of regretfulness
that grow stronger with every fatal flaw
we rehash in ourselves.
once more,
you will be as beautiful to me today,
as that swirling suffocation.
I watch you fall outside my window,
covering each and every lichened rock,
in a linen of newness.
In silence,
I stop listening for the return of your love,
and instead marvel in the present satisfaction,
that you are,
and were.
I revel in your presentness,
in the swiftness of your presentation.
In the delicacy of your touch,
and the humility you drive me too,
as you take me too my knees with
each
quiet
drop.
And yes,
you will melt.
And yes,
I will remember.
And yes,
I will see the snow melt,
driven away by the erosion of the sun.
Feb 12, 2014
Feb 12, 2014 at 7:10 PM UTC
I’m looking at the presentness,
Tomorrow breaks off like it makes no sense.
Yesterday begins to fade; past tense.
Today will vanish as I engage and not pretend to surf the waves
‘cause I’m actually just riding them.
At this breakpoint awareness has no imagination.
Tomorrow does
and yesterday is misrepresented by shoddy memory.
I leave no room for ambiguity.
Jul 13, 2013
Jul 13, 2013 at 4:02 PM UTC
It seems to me that golden sparks and silver shimmerings,
Belong to those that still have dreams and wonderful imaginings.
For those of us tired and weary,
Dreams are of death and end.
As though somehow,
The urge to continue,
Wanes,
Like a dissolving moon,
Appearing to disappear,
Its presentness luckily found,
Again the horizon allows slow moving shadows,
To reflect the sunshine of the day,
To creep slowly 'cross the sky,
And bring understanding of the night.
This is my end,
When stars fade to black,
Nothing is left for me here,
Not for lack of desire,
But for a lack of dreams.
Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 2:30 AM UTC
Vulnerability
Makes me feel
kind of strange
very strange I'll be honest
it makes me want to overeat
it makes me feel like Im an alien learning to swim with no feet
But none of that's true and I'm a human
and I have feet and ankles
Vulnerability makes me feel
Very aware of my shins
It makes my head swirl and the back of my neck feel more naked than a dog shaved for summer
But in a way
it feels like home
is that too much to say
Do i really feel that way
go with it
try it out
its probably true
I used to like vulnerability
Maybe this is where I get my creativity back
Actually maybe this is how I combat
My detach
Maybe this is where my strength lies
Maybe in this honesty I am more myself than ever before
Maybe I've shed the fear that used to make other people a bore
I've been coming to this for a while
Now that I look back on this year
I've been craving this earnest collective of presentness being picked up by my ears
Little hairs swaying back and forth
A strange notion
Simpler and fully in
Learning to remember that I know how to swim
My calves engulfed in blue
feeling fresh and new
I did always say that I wished I was a fish
Jun 18, 2020
Jun 18, 2020 at 2:44 AM UTC