Friday, June 29, 2007
Thursday, June 21, 2007
it is beautiful
it is a fire
like that of a five alarm
it is an icy slope
a dark tunnel
a light at the end
my rock
my chain
you are so you
and you can't change that
you are as hard as concrete
thick blocked glass
solid steal
you are
magic
angry
honest
hurtful
hopeful
my lover
my friend
i take back from you only one thing
everything else you can keep
it is a fire
like that of a five alarm
it is an icy slope
a dark tunnel
a light at the end
my rock
my chain
you are so you
and you can't change that
you are as hard as concrete
thick blocked glass
solid steal
you are
magic
angry
honest
hurtful
hopeful
my lover
my friend
i take back from you only one thing
everything else you can keep
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
my mother's hands are unfamiliar
i look at them now
i see how time has changed them
how the sun has cracked and freckled them
the once nibble fingers fight against the joint
thin
frail
i want to know those hands
know them wrapped around me
holding me
even now
i long for them
to fall softly across my face
comb slowly through
my hair
spreading over her lap
i write these words for you mom
i welcome your belated embrace
i am ready
are you?
i look at them now
i see how time has changed them
how the sun has cracked and freckled them
the once nibble fingers fight against the joint
thin
frail
i want to know those hands
know them wrapped around me
holding me
even now
i long for them
to fall softly across my face
comb slowly through
my hair
spreading over her lap
i write these words for you mom
i welcome your belated embrace
i am ready
are you?
Wednesday, June 06, 2007
the mountains
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