Archive for March, 2014

Yellow fingers sweep the clouds away,

extend to brush my skin-

I feel the gentle, warm caress.

The world illuminates:

houses, fields, trees, lakes brightened.

Snow dissipates, ice dwindles in drips,

both glint all the same.

Here is the change

as everything wakes from cold slumber

and will stir into flower and fervor.

O stuck Heart of mine,

you pine for the past-

can you not let go

of what was not meant to last?

 

There is no excuse, now,

not to pump Red to my cheeks-

I have grown cold, with you

behaving thus for weeks.

The Sun climbs, each day,

over some unseen Hill.

Ascent warms the Land- then-

Descent brings a chill.

Now I wonder

if I’m someone who knocks

and tries to bring people

out of their loneliness, or

if I’m the person behind the door

living in my own world,

but shutting other people out

at the same time…

O but if you could see how lonely I am,

for I am young and crave that sickening, sweet,

drink known as pity. And I am lonely;

I house a heart that is heavy with burdens

that many men and women have held before-

but they are new to me, and I state,

once again, I am young, and with youth

comes yet another burden: inexperience.

How shadows smooth

harshness of face and skin,

while light reveals

imperfections, and illuminates

wildness therein.

What is life without

Splendor of the Sun?

If only gray skies

preside, what can be done?

I exit my house

and walk out to

where I know it is quiet.

 

I’m the only other human

being here- all else is trees, and air.

I look up at the sky,

which always seems to give me

a new perspective.

“The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.”- Sylvia Plath

from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

The Space between us

is more than Silence-

more than Longing, still-

I had lowered my Defense

 

perhaps a bit too soon,

and struck too many times,

or perhaps we missed

Opportunity to reason- you and I-