flutterby
Butterflies today At the edge of my field of vision Fluttering and gone Tantalizing and gone Leaving me ever wondering What I’ve just missed
choosing differently
God is generous with Second chances I see you in him In his intensity and curiosity In his determination of what’s Right For me I see how my strength Intrigues him And incongruously makes him want to Fix me He’s just as Sure That I need his Guidance He’s just as sure That he Sees …
woman
It’s in the way the Sunlight Catches in her eyes In the quiet patience Of her hips The curl of her lip It’s in the grace and economy of her Movements Fluid and lyrical In catching the Falling Bolstering the Trembling Embracing the Without It’s the delicate flesh Revered Worshiped That can be made to …
if, then, else
If I had been a happy child If I had known unconditional love Would I have grown into a woman with A surging thirst of ambition? If I had believed my mother Anytime she nurtured me Instead of ever suspecting her motives Would I have come to love a simple life? If I had had …
a kernel of you
Can I have nugget of you? A kernel? I promise to treat it with the utmost Care I will build it a Velvet box and Keep it Warm And sheltered And loved I will hum to it And watch it sprout And protect it From the wind I will Nourish it and Prune it and …
love’s labour lost
Ex-boyfriends in old haunts Old hedgerows emerge and the Grandest point remains It comes fast and hard The most pristine point of contention Ah, yes, that was why We wouldn’t remain together Why We we remain forever Opposed The sticking point I am simultaneously relieved and defeated Perhaps not to smack my head against this …
lying and cowardice
I’ve lied to you I’ve taken the road of strength and power And left you swinging and vulnerable I could have met you there Exposed my own fears and tribulations But I chickened out and left myself Together It was cowardly I could have pressed myself against you as an equal but That would …
i give it gladly
I’m crying because you can’t I’m crying because he can’t Your pain and fear and frustration wash over me His pain and fear and frustration wash over me And you’re being strong for him And he’s being brave for you And I’m the only one here who gets to cry And if this is the …
the empty room
My calls reverberate Around the empty space Echoing sharply off of the Cold, dead slate walls Bouncing and bouncing and bouncing With increasing speed To rebound and cut my exposed arms I don’t remember entering This room And I can’t see any door out But it’s very dark Perhaps if I feel along the wall …