Low tide

I can feel myself
Healing, growing, and learning
It is a blessing.

Though I am not sure
What is changing within me;
Chaos is fleeing.

For the first time in
A painfully long nightmare
I can breathe freely.

There is not any
Panic blossoming within
Just a warm, slow peace.

Such slowness is rare
In my life it has been few;
I will consume it.

Steady, soft, complete
My heartbeat returns to me
Where it always was.

Advertisements

Musing

Little bits of gold

Hidden in the trees;

Honeyed twigs and branches

Caramelized leaves.

Unfurling fronds of greenery, dripping from the breeze

Sunlight touches everything, hiding

precious metals in the trees.

an evergreen love

pine-shells and mud clumps, rivers and vines

I like you now and love you all of the time

silvering skies, blossoming eyes

the rivers that run through my heart seek a prize

i speak to the mountains, they chuckle and sigh

the treetops wave down at the seas with delight

feathers and roots, charred logs and sticks

my dear, i’m wholly in love with your rhetoric.

 

written in

I can never be a pilot

Nor an astronaut

I cannot dredge the seas

Or climb the mountaintops

I cannot be a surgeon, nor a soldier

Will never be allowed to hold death in my hands

But I can be a fighter

And a lover, and a writer

I can breathe the oceans and sail the sky

I will always see the heights if they’re set under the right guise

 

the only thing i need to live the world

is

this

pen.

forest-land

There is such a strong memory in me

concrete and water

the buzzing of the trees, the steaming of the leaves

i can feel the rough-stone against my hands, the wet bricks lapped by endless sands

the tumbling shadows through the branches, currents caught by the wilder-man

i hear the scraping of the twigs, the breaking rustle of their twins

no one can remove this energy

from me.

Wander

Somewhere in a trance there is this waterfall of sound,

Enticing every color from the Ribcage to the ground.

I seek a new divinity, untethered by my chains,

A drowning watercolor of my home I sought to save.

We cannot quell the flow of thorns, the

Riverbeast of thunder scorned.

Please kill this cavern-ache inside,

And kill the sonder-life

I hide.