Haiku (the up and down of it all)
see-saw up and down goes around, and back again wanting sweet refrain
right now to fight against the senses, senseless, insensitive… The hurt, the hurl of stabbing words (ink on a screen can be so cold yet burn into a memory like cadence or familiar drawl) And someday when I’m old and grey I’ll throw those memories away, too far from all the blister burns so scarring in this time…
Haiku (If wishes were fishes)
pieces of myself float into the sunny sky …message traveling
and getting used to (again) can be killer for a system already overrun with hurt and confused conflicting feelings. I will lose myself in the spin of my bike wheels and some music and a long swim and try to find the moment of balance again, even knowing my moments of balance need to be constantly reestablished. As I wrote elsewhere: If wishes were fishes. And no, I have no idea of where it fits...
To all the people who recently began following my...
I need to go through the long list of people I follow and clean out a little before I do any more following back because my dashboard is jammed, and so full, I don’t get to see/read/listen to half of what I might want to. So please know, I just have a habit of not unfollowing once I follow a blog, and since I began this blog in December 2010 I’ve added so much to this information...
to sleep infinite peace for hours with stars in my dreams
And let sunlight kiss my face
in the later afternoon, and find these seconds of grace to think of you, and life, and all… and let it drop away, the warmth upon me now, a shine of untold promises of summer skin and sweet resolve, the zephyr lullaby of love…
Perhaps to love is to learn to walk through this world. To learn to be silent...– “Coda” by Octavio Paz. (via kaydenen)
Haiku (for no good words)
a simple haiku will serve me best on a day I cannot think straight
Most of us don’t need a psychiatric therapist as much as a friend to be...
mimikova replied to your post: mimikova replied to your post: to disappear very… no way you are 20 yrs older than me more than…? yes. way. SHOCKINGLY old, me. And yes the pics are current. I wear it well, but truth is truth. : ) Thanks though!
No iron can stab the heart with such force as a period put just at the right...– Isaac Babel (via misterchu)
I am not
my poetic self, starved and hurting is oft enough, but here in moments sometimes the tide (the dread awareness comparative slide) just leaves me bleak and boiled away so raw and trying I end this day…
So very cool →
What a wonderful idea and innovative use of a medium close to everyone’s heart.
On Listening →
love TED Talks
Haiku (Hot Friday--Camp Mommy)
to wake and face it— the day of not so much, but little things count, too
A quietness once again descends. A laying low. A need to space it out and fall away. Life can be so full and so empty all at the same time. Actually, that’s been my life for a while now, as far back as I can remember, for the past so many years. And sometimes the words and songs and notes come pouring out like rain and tears, silent screams and pleas. And sometimes there’s a nothing...
Haiku (another bedtime not where I want to be)
surfeit of nighttime brisk comparative air breaths, I snuggle under
Evening time is come again, fade in fade out, the slow refrain of break and bend, of bow and crack—the brittle polite nothing that gives so little back. And glass is me, so bottle green in sunlight and in dusky eve, translucent in my reveries of broken words, and cast off dreams, of bitter sureness, end of means, the choke of possibility, a never ending what it seems is never what...