The Moon Speaks to Me

Through shuttered windows

I can glimpse her beauty

She’s surrounded by a haze of light

The grace she expresses glows

We all wonder at her strength

To hold herself up

Alone

Every night

Just for us

Watching over us

Silently sleeping in her wake.

These late night conversations are brief

But I whisper to her

Secret sentences

She’s longed to hear

Since the beginning of time.

“You are appreciated, even in our slumber.

Thank you for letting us rest.”

And through the shutters

She smiles.

Deserted

Forced on an island

With no resources

Except my laptop

And the power of my will.

I plan

I learn

I teach

I scream…

I am alone

Despite being connected

Constant Contact

Back and forth

With no resolution.

Deserted, abandoned

My body

My hope

My will to continue this game.

Embrace my absence

As I embark on my own journey

Leaving this island behind

You will never see me again.

In a Jar

Bottled sand

With honey in the sky

Oozing in the distance

With the sun

Setting on the horizon-

What a sight.

Tip the bottle

Uncorked

And watch the

Sand, sea, sun

Tumble out in waves.

The Choice

A fork in the road

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One beaten by low blows to myself

That showed me second choices

Aren’t that bad

When you can teach

The future

Even if you end up

Used, not working,

And without experience

Except pleasing your audience of one.

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The other path has sunlight streaming

Through forested windows

In trees as tall as my hopes-

The future

I always dreamed I’d have

Of big cities

And even bigger success

Lies at the end of the path

A prize to be taken

For taking myself seriously.

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And yet,

I’d still rather take the path

Filled with second chances.

A Glance at the Stars

A glance at the stars in the

Middle of the city,

And the sky is shining brighter

Than I remember-

I suddenly feel so small.

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A glance at the stars while we

Play outside at night;

Nothing to guide us home

Except their light,

Feeling protected in their presence.

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A glance at the stars on the

Night we met

Their grace instilling hope.

I smile up at the sky,

Knowing they’re smiling back.

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A glance at the stars with a

Heavy heart and the ghosts of tears

On my face. I can’t see you

But I feel you, wherever you are,

Comforting me like you always have.

Crafty Child

Bright-eyed young girl,
Curious and crafty,
Let’s start a project and learn to crochet.

Tiring quickly,
She abandoned the lesson.
She couldn’t see past the first stitch-
Obsessed with chains, with growing taller,
The neverending line of connection
So easily unfurled.

Chains, chains, chains.
Chains everywhere and every day.
Quickly and carefully created by this crafty girl
And unraveled even faster,
The impermanence of childhood
Displayed through her repetitive ritual.

She lost interest as quickly
As any other once-inspired child,
And many years without crocheted chains passed
Before a spark of inspiration woke her from her daze.

Timid hands picked up threadbare yarn, dusted with age.
Fingers moved as if possessed,
Creating chains came so easily
And her inner child was elated by the familiarity
Of her once daily routine.

The desire to unwind, to unfurl
Pulled so strong within her,
But the necessity
To create, to give life, to build something that matters
Overcame all else.

She kept making chains.
She made chains and then kept working.
She kept building on the foundation
To create something strong
Something useful
Something beautiful for herself.
For herself, she kept creating.

Prodigy

Fate took control

A force to be noted

Unfolded from the start

Of an unknown tune-

A pick against taut strings

Rock the house of our future

Transforming into a dance floor,

Den of movement,

For which we travel through

Until the court rules

Whether our lives

Will be forever intertwined.

 

Private Concert

When you see the massive black headphones

Enveloping ears with the booming bass

And powering the soul with a newfound life force,

Imagine the concert taking place

In the venue between

An ever-changing dance floor

With a party that never stops supplying energy.

 

You can see the effect and feel its presence-

The music taking your pain away

Freeing your soul from the pressures of your life

And makes you unstoppable.

You can hear the emotion present in the tremble

Of staccato notes like hiccups before a breakdown.

 

Your judgment is worth nothing

To the power of music held within,

So push it aside

And enjoy your private show

Of an artist getting lost in their work.

 

On My Mind

Midnight thoughts

Intrude on seductive sleep

And push it away,

Pulling my mind

Into a late night tango

Of past moments and parallels.

This exhausting dance,

My body moving to the tempo,

Keeps moving to the music

Until my legs can’t keep up.

These thoughts,

These nights,

These unforgettable moments

Make for mental messes

To be ignored- an insomniac’s gift-

Until the next late night

Where my mind won’t stop dancing

To the beats of the past.

Where We Came From

Let’s reminisce

About the days

When we were old enough

To know better

But young enough

Not to care.

When we spent

Our hard earned money

On temporary satisfaction

Gone as soon

As they’d been obtained.

Liquid courage

To get us through

The days to come-

And the only things

We have to show

For our mistakes

Are the friendships

That made us stronger

And the lessons

We’ll never forget.