One Second Here

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one second here

then gone in a flash

as strangers take one more breath than you will ever get to make

~

the television plug is pulled

right in the middle of some throwaway line

the light dimming

to the deepest black

~

it is a shade only seen once

at the end of walking

and talking

and breathless smiles

empty-full kisses

times of gratitude

and times of self pity

~

complicated to the final second

still trying to make meaning

where meaning can never be made

~

you walk on days like air walks on water

one second here

then gone in a flash

 

 

 

 

River of Wind

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I walk down the river of wind

expecting to drown

and yet

I find myself being carried by the day

like an angel made from clouds

holding my hand

guiding me down the stream

I stop and rest

at the bed of the river

smelling flowers and weeds

beautiful and indistinguishable

and so I start to arrange them

into new forms

new combinations for the world to see

 

 

Final Thoughts

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When I think about the day my eyes close

and my last breath has made it’s way out

into the world

never to return again

I know that I’ll care nothing for all these clothes

and handbags

and lipstick

that never stood a chance to survive

in this mind

that calls out for a true life…

Bone Density

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I think for a minute

about the shapes that turn to matter

in the pit of every bone

weighing me down

becoming my prison home

“Is this the cost of living?”

I ask

as I stare down the aisles

of my supermarket mind

tearing every box

from every shelf

laughing maniacally

forgetting time…

Angel Spells

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I am the peace

the gentle wave of silent days

that linger

after winds have worn me away

~

I cry

for the tired words from tired women

who will run to their graves

staring in the mirror

~

I cast you out!

like a spell

stolen from an angel

who fell

when God suggested her shine

did not shine as bright

as all the other stars at night

~

and I thank her for her wings

without contemplating the colour

or shape

or age…

 

-or how far they will take me..

Sand and Stones

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~

I put you onto paper

because my mind cannot fold

into that which makes glass into sand

I ask you not to kill me slowly

with kindness

etched in-between the stones

hidden beneath a stare

that says so much

breaking my skin

down to the bone

You see…

I am exposed

so be done with me quickly

let the delicate transparent glass

shatter into two even parts

One made from tomorrow

and one from yesterday

so all that remains

is a silent now

floating upwards

out of view

and I may rest

peacefully

away from those

seeking sand to run along

~