Winter

Eerily quiet

In a way that escapes the modern ear,

typically

A blank canvas filled in with white

A bold emptiness inviting anyone

to create a mark

Or to fill a hole

Whether the colors resemble anything

remotely perceptible

Some, hear the saxophone lulling into the night

With a heavy heart of understanding

outlined in the pinkish hue of love

The echoes vibrating off of the porcelain keys

A duet of hauntingly beautiful music

to complement the mood

Others, afraid of the uncertain

See darkness in nothing at all

No direction nor meaning

No sound, no saturation, no feelings

A mysterious sullen shade of

shadows and silhouettes

Misunderstood, perhaps

Wintertime is merely the feminine

shifting of emotions

Of acknowledging the

empathy for the differences that unify

everyone of us

A season of physical touch and self-awareness;

A memory of warmth and of the

glowing sun.

I am grateful for  John Coltrane’s “Everytime We Say Goodbye” ❤

Closed Eyes

The golden webs glow in the darkness

Of shut eyes focusing on seeing

Knuckles grind into skin and the lights get brighter

Breathing steadies

Lines and shapes moving, pulsating

Intertwining into an array of mystery

What is there to see behind closed eyes?

I am grateful for tea ❤

Nooks and Crannies

Where are you?
I see the shadows
feel the movements
But only from the corner
of my eyes
As if it’s some kind of joke
to confuse the blind-ed
Where were you?
When the clouds drew near
blocked out the sun
when I forgot to run
Feet locked into the ground
as if they had sprouted roots
all by themselves
Letting the dirt swallow my
body whole
Even the dark
Nooks and Crannies
that I had forgotten about;
How do we begin to
lose ourselves
in the very things that
Once helped
before?

I am grateful for sleep. ❤

Kept Outside

Swallowing,
Sucking in breath
Calculating movement of throat
And counting the appropriate
Pauses to create;
To distract attention from face
Highlighting the notice of a distant object or attraction
Offering something, anything
Reasonable as to explain why
Focus must always be shifted
And kept outside
To be comfortable

I am grateful for peace. ❤

Ascension

The simple choice to make, think fast it’s easy

Do you go with gut instinct or only question the answer?

To evaluate the lenses available for view

and for purchase

One by one each pair is laid out in a row

 

Stagnant in waiting for a view left in

wanting; unseen

The different frames decorated for

show

An attachment of recognition on first

appearances:

 

Selecting the best mirrored of self

instead of the glasses with the correct

focus to see

 

Too much visual screening can leave

one often staring, lonely

Observances jaded by the different

shades and shadows covering face

 

A mask to wear while

claiming ignorance and

ascension  

 

 

I am grateful for those who inspire ❤