I said

And to the sky I said, hold me.
And to the moon I said, kiss me.
And to the sun I said, watch me.
And to the ocean I said, catch me.
And to the mountains I said, cradle me.
And to the fields I said, hear me.
And to the forests I said, amaze me.
And to the world I said, keep me.

i am sorry

we were so young,
and we were so good,
but we were always in our own way.
i am so sorry for being so naive
and for expecting so much.
you were so perfect
and i was so rotten.
i hope when we grow up,
you can give me another chance,
but if not,
i will always remember you.

silence (revised)

Your skin still glows from the days in the summer sun.

The soft brown curls a top your head

twirl about in the breeze that lifts my curtains.

You sleep peacefully,

sailing away into your dreams.

I lay awake,

restless.

My tanned arm lays pale on your stomach,

Legs intertwined, I don’t dare move or wake you.

Soft cheeks freckled with memories of days,

spent and days loved.

I wish to relive these,

to drink coffee,

read poetry,

and swim.

I will not speak though,

For these are mere memories,

And this is our present,

Legs intertwined and breeze kissed curls.

This silence is so loud but I’ll welcome it if it keeps me

close to you.

thanks

Warm and bright,

The sun kisses my shoulders,

Freckled with struggles and good memories,

My cheeks are flushed with life,

I thank the day,

For being,

Warm and bright

hold (revised)

Holding-

In your sleep

you took my hand and

didn’t let go.

The strength in your finger tips,

pressed into my palm.

Your face,

in the nape of my neck,

I feel your breath,

I feel you close.

Stay here a bit longer,

Dream with me.

Love, I feel if you are holding me,

I can still hold on too.

Wings-

I want to be able to perch on a power line

and watch the world pass.

I envy the people in planes and the birds.

A world of discontent beneath my wings,

Tired and stale days, breadcrumbs, fading away

To be a wallflower or a vine, growing in the shadows,

Just watching the rest unfold.

I want to believe in freedom and no agenda,

To fly freely,

Like the birds

a found poem from my own writing

The salty ocean breath, crippling mountain cold, arid summer heat-

Brackish water stinging skin, crunching snow under heavy boots, stiff and thirsty grass tickling bare-feet-

Wanderlust has snuck up on my heart

I pray for the briny stink to penetrate my pores, the thick air to dehydrate my skin and lax blonde hair to spring into wispy curls around my tanned face.

I crave the wind lashing against my soft skin, raising goose bumps, through bulky knit sweaters, the shivers and chills comforted by a fire.

I yearn for the stagnant heat, forming tiny beads of sweat on my motionless body,

the tingle of them rolling down the small of my back and along my chest as I lay in the grass soothed only by the hum of cicadas.

Dreams of airplanes lift me away from the repetitive days and dragging hours.

If only I could ride the clouds, white puffs rolling over on thermal winds, chased by hawks and sparrows, I long for my own wings

Tedious days, freckled with daydreams and memories of changing weather patterns and altered landscapes, melt into one another.

Clearer than a dream, like I am living it again, each feeling so sweet and delicate.

In this beautiful place I am hollow and lost, I want to be somewhere else, just me, my love and my camera.

I am restless and discontented with the stressful simplicity of daily life.

I want no agenda and space.

Endless space, and time.

a ballad

The house lonely and abandoned

A vessel of the past

Memories left to linger there

For nothing ever lasts

Paint pealing off the windowpanes

Glass shattered on the floor

Vines climb along the trellis left

By the old cellar door

Just dust and wind are here to dance

In rooms where they once stood

Through the mail slot letters piled

On the floor’s weathered wood

The moon illuminates the yard

The weeds are over grown

No life or light shines from inside

It’s hauntingly alone

vessel

I let my mind
leave my body
and I was as empty
as that old
abandoned
house, just like my body,
a vessel of memories
that once were.

another thursday

 

hello there...
i am strongly opinionated but far too shy
i keep many secrets and others not at all
i wish i could travel without cause
i love the uncertainty of weather patterns
i dance as i get dressed in the mornings
i sing loudly and off tune
i think i should write more often
i really enjoy fresh cut flowers in all rooms of the house
i need an antique bed frame and more pillows
i should save my money
i can always find a reason to laugh
i like changing seasons
i make up stories as i fall asleep at night
i always worry too much

2011

January was bright and new.
February felt good and safe.
March showed me new places.
April challenged me.
May filled the days with sunshine and laughter.
June brought adventures.
July left too soon.
August had me begging for just a little more.
September broke my heart.
October was too quiet.
November reminded me to be patient and always grateful.
December slipped past me.

"Dusk on NYE in MA" - last photo of 2011