I’ve never been one to watch Dawn’s gaze….
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This is a poem I wrote for “escapril” based off of the prompt “Cities”. Cities seem to go by so fast as if the moment that we’re in won’t last unless we’re rushing through it. I want to undo it all. Cities seem to swallow whole the ideas that I had for destination. “Why createContinue reading “Cities//a poem”
because it is through you and you alonelet this be my only boast-you.you came.you died and rose.victory yours, yours the throne.let my boast be you. alone.
I value you (poem)
I want to value you. The side-walk-sitting boys, hands blue from the cold they could not avoid. I want to value you. Short-girl-smoke-filled unsure of where she calls home and desperately searching to belong. I want to value you. Aged hands holding desperately to a listening ear, “please come near and do not leave me”,Continue reading “I value you (poem)”
unfocused day dreams//a poem
i’d dream for daysfilling every hour withwishing i had the powerto force beauty into bloom; i am looking in the wrong places for beauty andlife andhope. i want to dwell on you and all that you are andpleaselet my hours befilled only and all withThee.
discarding what we never owned
garage saleshave an ethereal feelto them.seeing someone else’s house spread overthe designated space of earth andsurveying their memories with a host of other onlookers;how invasive it would be had they not invited us.bright neon bold two-thickness type telling the world to come and buy what they are discardingdust stirring and settlingon the sidewalk and overContinue reading “discarding what we never owned”
these leaves are alive
i am afraid of becoming like the leaves that fall to the ground in autumn,brown and decaying and no longer beautiful or alive but still creating, no longer looked at or needed butas i look more closely at the leaves on the floori see that they are host to lives of their own, lives whichContinue reading “these leaves are alive”
Knowingly (Christmas to Heaven)
Holiest of holies, knowingly coming down on a day when there would be no place and subjecting himself to birth. Lord of lords choosing day after day, time after time to let an all-knowing mind not know anything and to learn, to struggle, to try. King of kings knowingly kneeling and praying and sweating bloodContinue reading “Knowingly (Christmas to Heaven)”