That old knot is loosening, unspooling like a camera reel - it rolls away
along floors revealing snapshots of you, developing me. Those frayed
wires and split hairs, the roads once forked, are starting to merge.
Somehow my plain palette is mixing anew with tie-dye swirls and splashes
of violet. Droplets of blue and burning sunset reds brighten my easel.
I exhale now, with you.
With you, my inside is out.
My body makes new shapes with you.
With you, youthful songs grow a new nostalgia.
My ball of string, the twine once wrapped and noosed within,
is dangling
in a breeze
lightly dancing.
And all this because you held my hand.
I inflict Kindness
to punish each act
of violence
Pre dominanced
Predatory
Vermin
I infest Love
in each space
in and between
I inflict Life
There has to be
a way
Out
of
Here
my little girl is lighting scented candles tonight
she is recovering from pneumonia and in is in her best mood in forever
i play her favorite Christmas song by the late dan fogelberg
we become lost and run out of things to say as well
love is speaking right now, and it is not to be disturbed
after she finishes her chicken and shells soup and sandwich, she comes over to me and jumps on my lap
i wrap her in her favorite blanket and play the song again
i smile as a quiet tear falls as she snuggles up in her blanket
i know that sleep is tapping on her shoulder gently
she responds as always
i simply rejoice
the smell of apples and cinnamon fills the air with yuletide divine contentment
Radiant divine lights exhaling
from above the enigmatic heaven
igniting the faith which was lingering
replenishing the heart with wisdom
submitting to god with comprehension
departing from disorientation
radiant divine lights exhaling
from where angels sings praises infront of their highness
The soundless voice, that is kept deep inside,
that doesn’t dare speak.
The sound that is hushed, and doesn’t seem to even peak.
The emotions that are held in a bottomless cavern, hidden by pity
and despair. The smiles that kept glinting even though,
the heart has been shattered and beaten down.
The memories inside the mind that hinder
and move you in ways you are unaware of.
Hoping to forget what ifs and why not’s,
Questions that will never be answered;
or even understood.
Throbbing that is without words, and leaves you comatose.
Visions of moments that are forever gone.
Seconds that turn into hours and hours that wane into weeks.
Words that will never be spoken, regrets and refusing.
Mind-numbing movements, that turn into slow aches that flow through the heart and drip inside the soul.
Hard to understand, and accept.,
The hand on the clock of life, moving at a speed that is inescapable.
Love that is plastered into every inch of your life. Shallow breathes, and lack of luster. Will the sun shine on that soul once more? Rest is given, and mending will slowly progress over you. Breathe in and leisurely exhale.
Sarah l. Bowman
The sun-kissed warm earth
exhales beneath the waters
Mist, like ghosts, vanish
A slice of skin
let's begin
the journey
journeying
where the mind may be
at rest
peace in time
time with mind
never concludes
properly
I've never been
a proper person
all that is right
is there a slight chance?
before I explode I exhale.
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