Waxing poetic on thoughts, theory & the times
February 2017
I forget, how did I forget you?
You, the instrument that gives me a niche,
Comfort in the slide
Of liquid,
of graphite over lines
Click of keys,
Let out, letting be
The thoughts, emotions,
Made tangible,
I find you again,
And I am thankful,
I forget, so that I may
Ever ecstatically remember you.
And so I write.
January 2017
I wish
I had
Never gone
Down that path
Forced fate’s hand
But the detour
Was not recent
I derailed
A decade prior to
Long before
My fingerprints
Marked the knob
That turned
And opened the door
And brought me back home
January 2017
Memories dig deep inside
Pieces we buried
Always remain
Shuffle
Them enough
We will see
Them eventually
And once
We recognize
They will always
Keep coming
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July 13, 2017
I saw her today,
The girl I once was
She did not recognize me
How could she?
She looked forlorn
And her poetic verse
of melancholy
She,
at odds
with her mind
Society
And body
I listened
To her song,
And smiled
I told her
It would get better
But there would also be pain
“You will find happiness
In sources
Your young soul
Can not yet fathom”
I told her
Not to overlook good
Where it is
And to savor
The pain,
From it “you will grow
And nurture empathy,
“From this all
You will become
Me”
July 9, 2017
Yesterday,
I sojourned
to old stomping grounds
To the valley, a paradise,
Where the pond, gates,
and Main and Green streets
helped shape me
The store fronts and faces
may be changed
But the spirit holds true
And as for me,
My skirt flowing
Open heart and
Spirit soaring,
Belonging-
I felt sure,
reaffirming
I have not betrayed
The me
I cultivated here
July 3, 2017
I will sit here,
For you
Just to be near
Is all I ask
To feel your presence,
Even if in spirit
We are fragile souls,
Older, wiser,
Cautious
But it’s a pull
That keeps tugging
At heart strings
Want,
Need
to be
Able to shelter
The one
Who is unconditionally
Loved
No matter how I might try
to forget
I write my song
For him to hear
I could go
But here I’ll stay
Hoping he may just
listen,
Find comfort in my words
And refrain from asking
My swollen heart
To go away
She of Letters 