When the power goes off
in the mountains
we snuggled close, letting the
electricity of bodies light up
the room brighter
than any fire ever could
—
April PAD day 11 - powered
When the power goes off
in the mountains
we snuggled close, letting the
electricity of bodies light up
the room brighter
than any fire ever could
—
April PAD day 11 - powered
There are not
enough fingers or toes to
count how much
you tickle me
—
April PAD day 12 - counting poem
When they tell you
to make art of your pain
they don’t tell you
that you’re going to feel it
so deeply that it
rewrites your insides
like doodles
on scraps of paper
that harden into glass and scrape
your insides raw red
that each of those glass shards
are pieces of a
shattered heart
that you can’t quite
remember the shape of
that your fingers will bleed on
each hard edge wiggled
into place
in this miserable mosaic
that breathes with the artist’s breath
just barely
—
April PAD day 8 - “they never tell you” poem
I took your words as
promises, as plans,
but they were just possibilities
—
April PAD Day 6 - a blank poem
Catching up with you is
like catching butterflies
elusive and brief but beautiful
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April PAD day 4 - “catch up” poem
have I let myself
be rooted in the
shade of others?
Have I turned my leaves
toward any shiny object
mistaking it for sun?
Do the twists and turns
of my journey
gnarl like an oak
or splay to the sides
like a cedar
solid trunk and
feathery fronds
facing the sky
entrancing strangers
with the fragrant tales
of a life that has
weathered sun
and storms
bark rough
patterned like henna
with a story all
it’s own
—
April PAD day 3 - a smell poem
There is no hard line
between sunset and night,
the oranges and pinks
give way to the inky
blues and purples
in a dance, a caress,
they embrace each other always
but we cannot
see it from where we’re standing
cannot see that
we’re the ones spinning ever
away and toward
the light, that we are
the dancer
dizzy with power and regret
—
Poetry prompt: Transitions
We believe we are separate
from the Earth
from each other
can’t see all the emptiness
that connects us
—
April PAD day 27: believe or don’t believe