sitting in silence
we fill our heads with words
all that reading
*
skin touches skin
in the wet early morning
our bodies in space
*
i feel the tension
turn and turn and turn again
be anxious for nothing
*
just a few moments
engulfed in light and breath
our bodies suspended
Monday, February 20, 2017
Sunday, February 19, 2017
#NaHaiWriMo 2017 – day nineteen
i sense your presence
the way it fills empty
spaces
joy unspeakable
*
i do have jealous bones
i wish i had written that
no bones about it
*
unveil your heart
the moment fills with awe
let me honour you
*
the heart swells, fills
celebrating the journey
each
and every win
Saturday, February 18, 2017
#NaHaiWriMo 2017 – day eighteen
it’s all tension here
what is the correct distance
between life and death
*
such an honour
placed gently in my hands
each one of your dreams
*
all this talk of distance
the head, the heart, and all that -
the question of trust
*
i feel the weight of you
the simple fact of your presence
is my anchor
*
the question of timing
i’ve never been good at waiting
neither have you
what is the correct distance
between life and death
*
such an honour
placed gently in my hands
each one of your dreams
*
all this talk of distance
the head, the heart, and all that -
the question of trust
*
i feel the weight of you
the simple fact of your presence
is my anchor
*
the question of timing
i’ve never been good at waiting
neither have you
Friday, February 17, 2017
#NaHaiWriMo 2017 – day seventeen
our second chances
everything we don’t deserve
we fill our pockets
*
words never uttered
the ways we erase ourselves
the backwards glance
*
not paying attention
i allow myself to be fooled
there will be regrets
*
the war of attrition
how often we are enticed
according
to taste
Thursday, February 16, 2017
#NaHaiWriMo 2017 - day sixteen
there are no birds
and yet the sky bright and blue
a weight lifting
*
now you must stand firm
it is good to know your measure
take hold of your anchor
*
do not be dissuaded
let them feel the weight of you
hands sure, words true
*
and so we stand here
knowing there really aren’t words
reaching for hope
*
it’s unexpected
the admission of defeat
desire
for retreat
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