Tag Archives: Heal
My heartpath must chooseSaid And Done
I speak for the masses
The sides of me inside of me
The arrested phases that do not know how to grow
The girl who grew, too tall too soon
Somewhere in there, a woman walks
Head held high, chin and forehead gently jutted
To the sun, she says
And she does
She does love
To do, to be
She questions me
To lead in love
That gives me pause
First steals my breath, then intuits me to question her back
What of the times you sought to love, to befriend
To be a friend, although in need?
They knew nothing of love!
Friendship foreign to them, they offered an attack
An inevitable abandonment
This is life, and you cannot opt out
You cannot, too, jump ship
You cannot not love, friend
She says to me
She strides onward
To the sun
Lightworker
Sunrise will rise
Upon my yellow
Reminding my eyes
Sunset must set
Must
Upon my yellow
Undistracted
I watched
You watch
The fleeting snow
Before it took its leave
You put down your go
What did it tell you
What it told me
That bruises aren’t all bad
That time heals
All things
We saw
The three of us
You, me and the sky
The blue-green in our eyes’ skies
Not one can predict us
Thermal
I want the Spring to redeem me
The Lake to heal me
I want salvation for my soul
My heart rinsed and made whole
I want the wild, wild to steal me
The West to bring me home
I want this at any cost
I’ve a dime and a half lifetime to spend
Blue Flags: A Haiku
They tapped at my door
They wanted in from the wind
They hoped to heal me
I Lied
The battle is twofold
And feels insurmountable
Truth comes from the North
And appears as the enemy
Illness attacks at Dawn
And the signal is giv’n
At these intersections, I must choose
And I conclude, I’ll live to fight
Befriend the enemy
And let it slay hope at Dawn
Giving Her A Voice
“You loved the best kind of man.
What more is there to say?”
she’d gently tell herself,
I guess.
“To possess the capacity to love,
is the surest sign of brilliance.”
I tempted her to see,
so she’d heal, and Conclude:
“You’ve a brilliant, unjaded heart.
Your intellect made perfect sense
of him.”
Be well, sweet One.
Mattered
I speak of you in the past tense
My past
It is where you wanted to be
I spoke to me in the future
My present
It hurt too much, how could it be
I speak to this moment, present
My future
It is this now, not what could be
heal thyself (16)
A matter of time
A granted taken away
Will eventually provoke
Your feathers
A heart that would
Do as yours wouldn’t
Is made
And cover blown
Swim away you will
Pursuer
Or crack you Stubbornest
Shred my heart in the square
