Friday Thoughts

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Kisses on noses

The spark that awakens hope

A quick glimmer of what was and what still could be

It happens in an instant

But the ripples in the pools of my mind continue to expand

Searching for the concrete resolution

That never did and never may exist

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Wordy Wednesday

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“Goodbye” is a powerful word.

it begins a pattern of separation and acceptance, of grief or celebration, of “so long’s” and “farewell’s”

laying flowers by the gravesite of a departed loved one

throwing rice or blowing bubbles at the newlyweds as they embark on their new journey together,

“Goodbye” can live many lives,

depending on how it is used.

as a single word, “goodbye”, can string together the roller coaster of adventures shared between a group of friends graduating college

as two distinct words, “good” and “bye”, it has the potent energy of malice, strife, pain, and deception: the feelings engaged at the death of a relationship

contracted, “g’bye”, brims with warm familiarity which oozes from the heart of a young child speaking to a parent, stuffed animal, or imaginary friend.

but today, I use “bye.”

a shoddy attempt at concealing my disappointment that even as I was with you, breathing you in, keeping in step with you on the sidewalk, my heart only understood that the subway entrance drew ever closer

ready to separate us, once again, by distance, time and place.

Vacancy

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I live here...

there is a place for you here

inside, you’ll find a hook for your coat

a spot for your shoes

and a chair to ease your weary feet.


there is a space for you here

inside of my heart

where the caverns and vessels have been cleared for your presence

to pump in and out of me

becoming a part of me


you are welcome here

you are wanted here

you are already here


will you find your place, your space, your nook in the crannies left waiting for you?

better yet, is there a space inside of you as cozy, as warm, as welcoming for me?

or is your door rusted shut, with the curtains drawn and the lights sitting dormant waiting for the true resident to fill this vacancy of yours?

Tuesday Thoughts

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they move in time to the music

their bodies infused with a boundless energy

observing them, from my perch at the bar, I am envious and enamored

catching glimpses of their syncopated movements

i notice the soft touches, a shimmer of joy in the eyes, and the brief inhalation of shampoo and cologne.

watching them, i come to know them

the tender moments spent in bed,

the passion that could erupt in an argument over whose turn it was to take out the trash,

grocery shopping trips, holidays, inside jokes, and vacations.

her head falls back as the drummer hits the snare again and again

the song’s climax sounds near

yet as he draws her close to him, ready to find an ending

the keyboardist picks up the melody and they continue…

Tuesday Thoughts

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There is such a beautiful freedom in tears
Permitting your heart, body, and mind to swell over the walls of others’ considerations
Sailing on the waves of bitterness, grief, insurmountable joy and fear
Being swept up in the currents of past, present, and the unseeable future
Does it ever catch you off guard when you whisper to yourself “Finally?”
We, as a people, sometimes ache for the salt water deluge which makes small rivers and streams down the contours of our face
Creates the quakes and shivers in the body, moving with an uninhibited freedom through our nerves, muscles and subconscious
It is in these disruptions we give ourselves permission to be.
To live in the here and now
To listen to the ghosts that haunt us
To lean into the dappled light that nurtures and powers us
Storms can come upon us suddenly or they can send messengers ahead to launch the warning sirens
Either way nature knows its limits
As each storm moves from place to place they always leave a serene hush over the landscape
A bright horizon filled with possibilities and new beginnings
A freedom you can only experience after the salt water has washed you clean

Tuesday Thoughts

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it comes and goes

in and out

the loud thunder, the sweet thrill of the waves

bashing the shore with its cold and gritty hands

it knows not what it does

but instead keeps to its steady rhythm,

the dance it has done for thousands of years.

leaving and returning

churning the granules of sand, shells, and rock to our feet.

the gifts from a world completely separate from our own

a dark, cold place populated with its own citizens

conversing in the languages originated from the pulls of the moon

a third world

so distant, yet so overreaching

if the waves were able to reach to the sky what new and different things would it say?

would it be easier to understand

or would even more questions flutter to the surface, revealing new mysteries for us to solve?

on and on and on

attacking and retreating

the sands of the world.

Wordy Wednesday

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An Etching —

it’s a softened slope

a warm canvas waiting for my paintbrush to fill it with movement, feeling and completion.

it has a mind of its own

a rhythm, a cadence, a time signature that is hard to understand

but as my study delves into its intricate layers, i find the the familiar

a gripping pulse that leads me to use my hands

giving my finger pads permission to explore on my terms

for its benefit.

a living, breathing form takes shape

the beat that lives within it begins to capture my heart

including me in its breath

“breath” being the only word i can think to describe it

because once it has taken hold i barely give it a second thought

i have already acknowledged it has burrowed into my skin

preparing its new home for your paintbrush, your vision, your melody

the painting you choose to etch into my body, my heart, my soul