Trespass
The sky must roll its eyes
“Oh, her again,”
As I send up well-wishes and adoration
Devotions that rightfully belong to you
But it’s either release my heart’s secrets heavenward
Or keep them from the beautiful light of day
As your ears are off-limits
And I won’t trespass to love
How-To: A Haiku
This upside-down heart
This day-after disaster
This should-have-been dream
For us would-be, life-long lovers…Warsan Shire’s “For Women Who Are Difficult To Love”
Her poem and her own gorgeous narration steals your breath and hijacks your brainwaves. Be forewarned.
Photographs and compilation by Theodora Baranowski. Be thankful for her too.
For my would-be, life-long, forewarned and thankful lover and valentine, #ILoveYou.
The Meeting
Sink into uncertainty
Sink into the day
Presuming your preparedness will greet you half-way
And ‘though you feel helpless, believe that you’re not
When doubt asks for its due
Tell it, “I have not “
Emerge Again
To you, girl
Sister to Sister
My sole and loving admonition
If there be trust, if there be hope
It will be found in your eyes
Your eyes
Where they gaze
How they see
And the choosings they reflect upon
I make much of words with you
Made-up words, maybe
But your eyes, I know well
I know the Who you believed in
And still believe
In Your eyes
Within Your grasp
As the narcissi beneath the freeze
There be reason for trust and hope
Name This Poem
When you suppose your eyes
Close them whenever, what do you see
Me
I see flowers that belong to you, although I have no proof
But it is your stare
From my best recollected memory
Through this whirlwind storm God permits
And this calm
From which I build my case
Sweeply
Eager to honor Sunday’s silence
Today’s truth shall advance with a gentle, sweeping motion
Holding at bay metal-and-plastic grind against concrete
Until Monday beckons me, eager again
Set Apart
What if an angel is all that you were made to be
A guardian with no human arms in the ever of time to guard you
A servant among an army of servants, hosting the faint and heartsick
A consecrated one, bringing stranded souls back together
What if God’s breath is the all you were made to be
Luft: A Haiku
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