Monday, December 28, 2015

Clarity Comes In Waves There's no use looking too closely, You're looking for it, so, you know it will appear. Maybe not today, and not yesterday, but because you are looking, it will appear. Everything you imagine, is happening. Maybe not here, or to you, or your love, But, you thought it and it becomes. Maybe the clouds just arrive in clumps of endless gauzy skyfulls. Molecules of ideas, thoughts, and possible tomorrows, percolated essences of sentient evaporations. Droplets fall into gravity. You look in the mirror for a way to defy the pull. But clarity comes in waves. And by counting the waves breaking over the rocks, Instead of finding the pause. you felt the force of each passing year, everything happened, you saw it all, and you let go. . ===================== #puddlepoems #poetry #grey #puddle #clarity #time


Clarity Comes In Waves There's no use looking too closely, You're looking for it, so, you know it will appear. Maybe not today, and not yesterday, but because you are looking, it will appear. Everything you imagine, is happening. Maybe not here, or to you, or your love, But, you thought it and it becomes. Maybe the clouds just arrive in clumps of endless gauzy skyfulls. Molecules of ideas, thoughts, and possible tomorrows, percolated essences of sentient evaporations. Droplets fall into gravity. You look in the mirror for a way to defy the pull. But clarity comes in waves. And by counting the waves breaking over the rocks, Instead of finding the pause. you felt the force of each passing year, everything happened, you saw it all, and you let go. . ===================== #puddlepoems #poetry #grey #puddle #clarity #time

Saturday, December 26, 2015

Tuesday, November 3, 2015

You Are Still Young


Today I remember you are still young. 
I reached to hold your hand today as we walked across the street 
Forgetting that it might embarrass you, 
I say all the stupid things walking with you 
that I'm not supposed to say aloud, 
and you never hesitate to enlighten my faux pas. 

I look at your soft brilliance, fresh like spring sprouts, 
I forget that your mind is like an autumn wind shower reorganizing,
 shedding last years growth. 

And in between each moment when I glimpse the infant you were, 
the you that's become has 
unwavering power on my heart. 

As the vibrant color of the fallen leaves reveal, 
this time we have to love never takes pause, so 
we must find the pause for ourselves. 

You are still young, and we move forward not in a straight line, 
but in and out 
of seasons, past and future, together and alone. 

We move like color fading from an old photograph. 

The brilliance doesn't need to last. 

I've already felt it. 


Wednesday, October 28, 2015

Tuesday, October 27, 2015

Three Leafed Clover



Three Leafed Clover 

Why are we always looking for a four leafed clover to bring us luck? 
As if more brings happiness. 
We know that is never true. 
Isn't the magnificence of any growth enough? T
hat we endure even in mundanity and simplicity. 
With just what we are given. 

Just leaves, each held by each other connected at the center, 
rooted together for strength. 
An untold number of four leafed clovers exist underfoot, 
trampled would be lucky charms, never to be wished upon. 

Like every day that's lived asleep, 
we wander unaware that we're enough. 


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Thursday, October 8, 2015

This Little Dance



This little dance,
A small song,
A short breath,
With limited sight. 

This little life,
Its small spin, 
And short days,
With extended nights.