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?

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Wordy Wednesday

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a pebble hit the windshield

it was so inconsequential that the sound didn’t even register as the steam fogged the windows and the tears filled my eyes.

of course i’m not in my car

no, instead i am wrapped up in blankets

cocooned from the world

unwilling to emerge from my safe wrappings

and absorb the harsh realities that await me.

instead, i burrow deeper into myself

forced to confront those quiet corners in my mind that are so filled up with you.

your ideas, your thoughts, your rhythms, your scent.

that soft grumbling you make before turning over, once again submitting to the puppet master of your dreams

that fierce charisma you infect me with; dulling my self-doubt, criticisms

shaking anew the infinite possibilities of me.

as i grapple with this corner, the air feels fresh

the safety of the cocoon feels more and more like a trap

a barrier

between the me you see and the ME i will become

the layers shed quickly now

realizing the part they play in our separateness

in my obstacle course of becoming

becoming not a butterfly

no

becoming the being i am meant to be

who i always was and who i forever crave to be

a small ping from a tiny “pebble” that birthed the Big Bang, one quiet night on a cold, still, stale, February night.

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

Tuesday Thoughts

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Pop!

there it is again

that feeling that has long been dormant

filling me up again, from the inside out

there’s nothing i can do to stop it now that it has fled its cage.

Like a moth mesmerized by the light

flapping its wings fervently expecting to be warmed by the glowing orb in front of it

To be overcome with the weightlessness of contentment

ecstatic to come face-to-face with the object that will be able to take it higher

soaring into the air

like a bright red balloon released into the heavens

To ride the unpredictable gales and tempests of the sky

Soaring up, up, up

expanding in the marvelous heat

until there is a POP!

That feeling is back again, that wonder is back again

The glow of endless possibilities as encompassing as the ocean is vast

now lives within me again.

Spurring me forward, heating my bosom,

firing my imagination, cooling my self doubts

spiriting my creativity…

The smile you see

that is the physical embodiment of that feeling,

that orb,

that balloon,

and that self-satisfying POP!

The rush is unimaginable

the heart-pumping giddiness is catching

Don’t stand too close!

or else that effervescent ZING will engulf you on the spot!