give loss a moment
to find its own direction.

let it guide itself from that broken
gutted out hole.

don't direct hurt or shy away
don't allow it to go.

instead help find a place among the pages
allow those cerulean eyes to hide until ready.

you'll know
it'll know

so, too,
your soul.

#poem #poetry

perlescent ivory keys
against the dull 'sharp
my fingers glide up, then down
the body of this zebras spine.
notes curl.
soft wispy ghosts of
long forgotten sad days.
a little trill comes from a walk in the summer
then a final closing memory from last winter.

piano practice during lunch.

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another day ive taken.

i could take one more.

since one more day
would mean one more
book read
tea steeped
sock put over my holey one.

this fireplace and this chair
is all the world i need today.

maybe one more tomorrow.

#poem #poetry #hygge

enough time would pass that, id wake
to the current washing my shoes
away from me
but such is the price
sleeping to close to the sea.

#poem #poetry

i love that i see the imperfections.
in all my writing. the choice of words
or bad tenses or even just the
thoughts
that i didnt lay proper foundation.

to hold themselves under the weight
of the eyes that found them.

when i show others.
they don't see the issues.

they say they dont read poetry.
that mine sounds pretty ok.

so i think about screaming on a bus.
no one would turn their heads.

people have to much going on,
to care much about me.

i love my imperfect verses.

#poem #poetry

the shadows grow
while reading.
the dust drifting
in thin lines
pouring through the window.
no music, just wind
pushing hard against the foundation.

lightning flashes, thunder follows.

the best chapters are read while it rains.

#poem #poetry