3/9

I feel like I am drifting

Like nothing I do is effective

Like everything is slipping 

                                  through 

                                                 my 

                                                         fingers

through the           cracks

I feel like the rug has been pulled

out from under me

Everything is up in the air

Its all I can do to catch it all

To keep it all from smashing to the ground

Times like this

I shut down

lock down

turn down

Let it all out

Take the bolt off the emotional door

Open the flood gates

Blow the dam

[title]

The constant                brush 

of an elbow 

or a shoulder 

or a hand.

The steady              pull 

drawing together

The words of a song 

paint a picture before my eyes 

of my hearts most precious desire 

Yes

No

Yes

No

Yes...

A constant prayer on my lips

Encouraged to come clean 

         spill 

            the 

              beans

No. 

What will be           Will be

What will out

Come what may

Midwinter day dream

Just in case you were wondering,

I had a day dream today.

I was walking through a meadow of wild flowers.

They seemed to go on forever.

A vivid sea of yellow, white, red, orange, blue, and purple.

The earth soft and warm on my bare feet.

I saw a grove of oak and aspen. 

A slight breeze caused the branches to gently sway.

The sunlight dappled the ground beneath them.

A creek babbled along happily as it fed a small pool.

Sunlight glimmered on the water and my gaze fell upon a figure laying at the edge of the pool.

Precious Stranger

I don't know who you are

I want you to make the world fall away.

I want that big deep love.

I want that wild country love.

That sophisticated passionate city love.

The duality within me is present in another. 

I want the world to stand still.

I want your touch to make my heart skip a beat.

I want you to wrap me in your arms.

I want you to kiss me like I am the last drop of water on earth. 

I want all of you, precious stranger.

Lazy Thursday

Sitting in the middle of a picnic table under the umbrella as the rain comes down. 

The soft pitter patter as it hits the pavement.

The low din of voices on the back patio. The smell of delicious food wafting through the air. 

Happy and contented with this moment.

It is a perfect moment. 

There were many of those today. 

The day started off with a perfect moment.

Strong arms wrapped around me. The contented breathing in the dark. Warm skin head to toe. 

When you outgrow friendships

This isn't my normal poetic writing, this is more of a stream of consciousness. A realization of needed change. 

After this last heartbreak, but it wasn't actually heartbreak it was more a gross crushing disappointment, I told myself no more dating. 

Strange thing, I actually meant it. No more dating, I'm actually ready to settle down. I have never meant anything more in my life. 

If this is all that dating has to offer, I'm so out. Through this, I've also begun to reevaluate my friendships with others. To look at them and see if they bring any real value to my life. If they are healthy and have the ability to grow with me, or if they will try and bring me down. 

I have lost three friends through this, two were friends and the other was both lover and friend. I am not sad about it, I am practical in my realization that they needed to end for me to grow. They had already begun to hinder me and would only further obstruct my growth. Much as beautiful weeds do to healthy plants that have a purpose. You must uproot the bad growth and trim things back so other things may grow. I am on the cusp of a growth spurt and these next few months are the most crucial. It is here and now that I will lay the groundwork, the foundation upon which my future will be built. I cannot afford to surround myself with those who will not support me nor will they help build me up at this juncture. 

Syncopation

In a room full of musicians 

Folk rhythms softly caress the soul

Coaxing things from the deep recesses 

Things we long to hide

Things we are afraid to admit 

To others 

To ourselves

Arousing the mind 

Assuaging old and new pain alike

Songs of love 

Loss

Betrayal

New places

People

Thoughts

Frustrations 

Anger 

Sorrow

Understanding 

Forgiveness 

Rebirth

Tomorrow, today, yesterday 

The tap tap tap of a foot 

The pat pat pat pat of a hand

Falling in love with a guitar and a voice 

Dulcet tones drifting through an open window 

Out into a hot summer night 

Voices on the breeze raised in song 

Some better than others

But still artists all

Together sharing our crafts

Six musicians and one writer

Drawing inspiration from each other 

Deep country 

Deep South 

Warm red wine and a tepid breeze

Passing three guitars around the circle 

Voices that astound and arouse

The simplicity of artists

The complexity of the art