Open

Water pools on the surface

Beads of limpid possibility

Stagnant till dabbed with pigment

 

Kinetic color stretches its fluid fingers

Reaching into the textured plains of the page

Finding a home in its creases

Infusing a blank landscape with vibrant expression

 

Just a canvas no longer

Now it is open to interpretation

It may even be art

 

Give

I will take your hand

Show you the paths that lead to the darkest parts of me

Where things are tangled and overgrown

In cupped hands, I will clasp the seedlings that have never known the sun

I hope you like them

 

In return, I will tend to the garden of your thoughts

Encourage the seeds of creativity to sprout

I will reach into the wellspring of me

And show them the ways that they can flourish

 

I will tear down the walls that divide our gardens

And build a shed to keep our tools

 

I will learn to plant with you

And  how the seasons pass for you

When to water and how much sun

 

If it is too painful to prune

I will do so where you do not have to see

 

 

 

Renew

Earth charts a celestial path

Winding her way through the stars

 

Winter erases the work of her sister seasons

Leaving a barren surface

 

Beneath lurks a new years promise

Seeds awaiting the thaw

The suns rays

A kind reminder of all they can be

The gentle nudge to urge them to the next phase

Journey

The fool beckons

Standing upon a precipice

Ready to leap

Confident in the fickle wind

 

To catch their outstretched arms

 

Gravity demands that its laws be observed

 

Hopping among altocumulus like stepping stones

Dancing through cumulous

 

Peals of laughter swirling in eddies

Leaving whispy cirrus trails in their wake

The fool mocks logic

 

They spin storm clouds into a garment

Pin lightning in their tresses

Adorn themselves in stars

And delight in the ethereal

 

 

Honor

I entered this world and was met with my purpose

 

The bond that ties me to you

Is the common thread that weaves

Across my life’s  loom

 

Embroidered with passing

Tales of lady knights

One sister to another

 

When your heart first broke

I donned golden mail

Took up the mantle of our missing brother

 

Held out my cutting blade of wit

Growled at all those who presumed themselves fit

 

Your fierce protector

Standing at the ready

 

 

 

 

Release

Peering in the dancing shadows with delight

I saw how you played with light

 

Casting false truths upon the wall

Traveling far and promising that you would call

 

Having peered behind the curtain

Knowing the mechanics of the trick

I thought I could not be fooled

I was certain

 

Yet, I too became enraptured by the narrative

Believed myself imperative

 

When the fourth wall broke

I assumed I was simply in on the joke

 

So I picked your shadows from the stage

Wove them into a cloak to smother my rage

 

Stitching layers of shadow for invisibility

That I might not harm your fragility

 

When asked about the deceptive weave

Id respond

A magician never reveals what’s up their sleeve

 

Now I must undo the tightened fist

That clutches the cloak to my throat

Hand over wrist

 

Let my body unfurl

Relax the protective curl

 

Give myself permission to grieve

That which I so wanted to believe

And allow myself room to gently leave

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Balance

My lady Justice and the jackel await

With golden scales in hand

For whom gravity bears no weight

 

Called to the stand

A heart

Versus

A keratin counterpart

 

 

 

 

 

 

Shine

Beneath a floppy bow

Chocolate eyes peering

Standing on tiptoe

 

Twirling in a ruffle cloud

Chocolate eyes dancing

Singing out loud

 

Surrounded by a group

Chocolate eyes defiant

Protective on loop

 

Listening to create space

Chocolate eyes kind

Shattered worlds held in place

 

Diving into knowledge

Chocolate eyes ever-curious

Learning a celestial language

 

Sister mine, You shine

 

Matter

What is the matter?

 

We are born from matter

We are made of matter

We will return to matter

 

The things that made us unique

Taken back into the bigger aggregate

And that matters too

 

To be matter is simply to occupy space

But to matter is to take the forefront

 

We are made of matter

And yet we get to choose what matters to us

 

Can it be a coincidence that a word

Used to describe the basest form existence

Is also used to elevate one person, event, or circumstance above another?

 

This matter of language and words

Prose and poetry

It too matters

Even when it is not made of matter at all

 

 

 

Expand

Note of vetiver
Splash of amber
Hint of tobacco

Breathing in
The scent of you

My very own Proustian Moment

It lingers on my clothes
Shoved to the bottom of my laundry basket

Unable to be suppressed
Sparks play with my synapses
Linedancing to my limbic system

Engaging my emotions
Mesmerizing my memory

Electrifying the skeletal structures
Of ideas left derelict

A warm diffusion
Radiating in the hollow caverns of my chest

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