Saturday, January 24, 2015

Secret

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

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.

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

...and you're pretty as anything
I'm really serious
the ladies need to hear the truth
too many people lie to them
HeelFlip7M: well i accidentaly ran over your mailbox
HeelFlip7M: replace mailbox with son
relientkpvaulter: son?
HeelFlip7M: and accidentally with repeatedly

Tuesday, January 13, 2015

Maggie!
Are you living under a rock?
Because that would be pretty neat.

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