She is mighty
Undiscovered
Still and waiting
Ever ready to move
Hanging on to everything that touches her
Latching on
Letting go only when
These things cease to bring her life
She's a secret
Like a looming concept
Like "I Love You"
Fit into a couple words
..Bursting at the seams
The truth
Is she's never been comprehended
Everything carries on around her while
She watches
Tired, now, of seeking to understand
Ready to finally be understood
Saturday, January 24, 2015
Monday, January 19, 2015
Summer is a Visitor
Hot
But it could be hotter
Beautiful
But I'm here on my own
Alone.
Green
A short-lived chance for life
Dusty
Trundling along this winding lake road
Unflinchingly bright
Unapologetically vibrant
It denies me any form of melancholy-
The attitude I spent all winter cloaked in,
Perfecting.
The grill becomes my summertime fireplace
Maine is coldness
Visited by warmth for a short time each year
In other places, life and death
Are given a fair fight
A 50/50 split of time
But not here.
But it could be hotter
Beautiful
But I'm here on my own
Alone.
Green
A short-lived chance for life
Dusty
Trundling along this winding lake road
Unflinchingly bright
Unapologetically vibrant
It denies me any form of melancholy-
The attitude I spent all winter cloaked in,
Perfecting.
The grill becomes my summertime fireplace
Maine is coldness
Visited by warmth for a short time each year
In other places, life and death
Are given a fair fight
A 50/50 split of time
But not here.
Sunday, January 18, 2015
Pushaw Lake
It is time for sleep-
Well, beyond time for sleep-
But when the light in my room extinguished at the mere flick of a switch
Brightness from the night sky leaped through my window
Jagged, like tinfoil
Glinting
From sky,
To water,
Into my weary eyes
At first I buried my face in my pillow
But I knew I'd have to come up for air at some point
And so, defeated sleepiness turning to captivation,
I sit here, legs crossed, and let the light steal me away
Into the night, where the lake across my lawn
Looks like static that I see when I turn my cable-less TV to pretty much any station
Signal interference in the dark.
I lift myself from my nest of sheets and murmur.
I think I'll go kayaking tonight.
Thursday, January 15, 2015
Monday, January 12, 2015
This is Exactly, Exactly What I Was Looking For
White ribbons dart through the sky
Trying to keep up with jets
Have you seen the desert through a mist?
Rock and sand stretch farther than my eyes will
They ache from sunshine like I havent seen in five days
But everything's hazy from 4500 feet up above
I dont understand how spits of cloud can linger in such a way
Have you seen the clouds part?
I hadnt before this day
But now I have seen majesty
Sometimes the barrenness looks like the ocean
Or a beach
Sands ripple and fold, swirl and flow
I've learned so much, and I've been gone for 5 hours
My forehead is pressed against this grimy window
Counting the ice crystals formed on the other side of the pane
Try as i might, I cannot see ahead
I can only watch behind
If there was a door, I'd step onto the wing and bask in the speed and the sun
Everytime the plane dips to this side
I see sand
I could pick it up, a handful, and fun the silky grains through my fingers
Have you ever seen a horizon?
I never knew what a horizon was until i followed a winding river past my mind's belief
And the best we can do with this world is to make grids upon grids out of it
Trying to keep up with jets
Have you seen the desert through a mist?
Rock and sand stretch farther than my eyes will
They ache from sunshine like I havent seen in five days
But everything's hazy from 4500 feet up above
I dont understand how spits of cloud can linger in such a way
Have you seen the clouds part?
I hadnt before this day
But now I have seen majesty
Sometimes the barrenness looks like the ocean
Or a beach
Sands ripple and fold, swirl and flow
I've learned so much, and I've been gone for 5 hours
My forehead is pressed against this grimy window
Counting the ice crystals formed on the other side of the pane
Try as i might, I cannot see ahead
I can only watch behind
If there was a door, I'd step onto the wing and bask in the speed and the sun
Everytime the plane dips to this side
I see sand
I could pick it up, a handful, and fun the silky grains through my fingers
Have you ever seen a horizon?
I never knew what a horizon was until i followed a winding river past my mind's belief
And the best we can do with this world is to make grids upon grids out of it
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