Introducing! The first poem of thirty in a series I like to call "I've lost my muse and I don't know what the hell I'm writing, so bare with me.
from ashes, i came loose form, poor structure around my neck, string and sign a warning to those who wish to touch
through fingers, i slide grains slamming against the hourglass desperate to break, shatter, fall spread out, spread far, gathering myself along the way
along, you came steady arms, careful hands piece by piece, put together by soft lips and deep breaths, hearts together, frantic beats that elapse years to come
to dust, i will go body withered, soul bright hands forever entwined finally complete
“I can't go back to yesterday because I was a different person then." - Lewis Carroll
i tread on thin ice, balanced, hands to hips, slow and steady, heel before toe fingers splashed over rigid wool
frosty kisses are more dangerous than they seem
blind, devoured by darkness endlessly tracks to trace careful, now! footsteps glide among cobwebbed glaze seeking haven
light blooms; i turn outstretched music finds me when i find you behind is a fractured path, faint imprints dance around compacted fissures a path that ends where i end
encased in warmth, brown tints my dreams melting, clutched close to fire hot breath, dazed mind, slowly, my heart begins to beat
fiery kisses are less dangerous than they seem
“I can't go back to yesterday because I was a different person then." - Lewis Carroll
You are going to love some of your characters because they are you, or some facet of you, and you are going to hate some characters for the same reason. — Anne Lamott
