at any given moment the sediment settles
as the water stills
the solids drop to the bottom
if left alone they will build in layers
calcifying and becoming stone
for some future expert to point to the timeline of my now stony stories
but something moves the waters
it is you wading into murky depths
with no fear of the unseen below
you swim and dance, churning up the silt
your fingers swirl in the disturbance
making my story curl and unfold at your touch
The Water washes particulates down stream
and I am left, washed and healed.
via Daily Prompt: Churn
small and scared
with buttery fingers
and Teflon hands
I cannot hold the reality of this charity
I am terrified I will lose it
What is it to be happy
to be enraptured
to be swept away in wonder?
What is it to lean back into the bosom of tenderness?
I look at my hands
but then they are filled
and you hold tight
don’t worry Beloved,
I got you.
via Daily Prompt: Wonder
two voices lift a song,
but they do not harmonize
the notes clatter
ping off the other
each reaching for me to hum along
one song has sharps, stuttering rests
endlessly played demisemihemidemisemiquavers
punctuated crescendos that raise the noise to unendurable volumes
leaving me writhing in sorrow, shame and confusion
the other song was started before my birth
it is soft like the trees shaking loose their dew onto porch shingles
it does not compete with the other or manipulate my attention
but it is relentless
its tune carries my self, a rhythmic repeat of the shape of me
it is this tune that I reach my hands up to grasp
I listen for it even as the second songs raises its tempo in an attempt to drown
When I sing along with the kind song, I have won
or maybe this week
via Daily Prompt: Above
How would it be to know the future,
to know the path
to see the words before I choke on them
to make a plan most perfect
to have a life without trial
How it would be to side step the sorrow,
to never dry dampened eyes
to avoid the sting
to make a happy life
to have a life without grief
How it would be to hold the details
to all the tomorrows
to see the swell of change unfold
to make the decisive move
to have a premonition of bloom.
How will I work and pray into existence a tomorrow to behold?
by gratitude for the days unfolding
by seeing through the love that has been given even through the grief
by making peace and kindness my banner
by having silence befriend my anxious thoughts.
via Daily Prompt: Premonition
I think I have hurt you
the infraction barely noticed
the weight of the matter can’t even be measured in grams,
but here I am with tears rolling.
and then they fall faster as I try to reign them in.
Don’t you cry!
You know better!
Are you so insecure?
Are you so infantile?
you hold me close
shhhh….Baby, that Voice is a liar.
tell me what the voice says…
The Voice says that you won’t be able to stay
that I will drive you away
that the me with scars is too much to love for long.
you cover my lips with yours and let me borrow your breath
I realize I have been holding my own
terrified that I will exhale a torrent.
do you know that I won’t leave?
Your oxygen and compassion enter my cells,
I begin to warm
my mind and my heart are moving to align and then,
then I will feel what I know.