Tag Archives: Soft
Motif
Soft elbows have always been
Part of the body I live in
It means I can’t deflect cruelty
Off any sharp angles on me
For there are none, not one
The effects, I have absorbed them
I am the same as then
The rosette of a girl I’ve always been
My freshly shampooed hair, towel-wrapped
Willingly given to cover a friends’ back
The harsh temps will have not changed me
Soft elbows I will always be
In Sight
Searching one day
Inward to learn
To finally find
That I favored orange
And spice
And softness after all
Overnight -treasure!
To outward know
I’ll still seek
Through the seeming black
For not cinnamon
For clove perhaps
small roar
Laugh
You’ve no choice
But to throw off that placid shroud
That stale air
To look far
Into your smile
And even if without reason
Laugh
Still, Soft Search
Four corners I’ve found
Flat, hard, sharp, square
I dig in, grasping, despite the glare
Emptying
It would appear
It is for naught
And not my style
I let go, hoping, because the song
Singing
The world must be softer than this
Electric Still
I slid into the city from the valley and
Saw then felt the flash of who I am
Now and
All those years ago
I am electric and
I make mountains offer dares
They hope I’ll accept
But don’t believe I will
Unknowingly I do and
I did
It rained warm on me there
I smelled ozone and
Stared at the tallest peak hoping
For one more dare
I left with my eyes down
Electric still
Then looking East
My Fins Feel Fine
You should see me.
Soft, hard.
Curved, chiseled.
Synchronized swimming in hope.If the last time around today, you said “I’ve loved you,” forgive that I did not hear the splash of you landing next to me.
I apologize for the poison in my ears and beg your pardon for the lead in my lungs.These days are funny to me.
As I learn how to float, I mimic the small frys and water bugs frolicking around me.These days are strange to me.
As I strengthen my kick, I feel the distant hands of Some Kind Of Sea Creature softly holding my back.My fins feel fine and you should see me.