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Tag: Poetry

Cut And Dried [Poem]

Published on December 3, 2023

I ask you
About your tattoos
Like everybody else
Probably… Obviously…

But why then
Change so visibly
If not to have people
Question… Ask…

Or does ink
Cut and dried outwardly
Do something
Visceral… Inwardly…

Nearly every inch
Recolored; redrawn; recreated
As if away from
Blank… Incomplete…

You suddenly smile
And there’s nothing I can see
That isn’t already
Finished… Complete…

Too late though
Your lines and your patterns say
Asked and answered
Inked… Dyed…

Another deal sealed
And the thought of us together
Filling in the blanks
Cut… Dried…

P.s. In case you missed it, you can read the best of what I posted to MoveMe Quotes last week, here.

Complete Me [Poem]

Published on September 15, 2023

Everything I loved about you
Is what I’ve used
To rebuild me

What used to be pieces
Of you
Used to complete me

Have become pieces
By you
Built into me

By leaving me in pieces
…Bless you
I’ve reengineered a more—

Complete me.

P.s. You can read my other poems here.

Luck Stuck In Reverse [Poem]

Published on July 13, 2023

I remember you telling me
you met him
in a coffee shop

You went to get a drink
and thought it’d be nice
to see if he wanted one too

I simply can’t fathom
What luck like that
Must feel like

To be sitting; working
And be unintentionally chosen
By the rarest of butterflies

You tell me this
As we navigate broken rock
Near thundering falls

Where missing a step
Could mean broken bone
Or at least red cheeks

But I don’t miss
Not a beat; not a step
Not a single strain in thought

I’ve become numb
To this sort of pain
Luck stuck in reverse

I glance forward
You settle your wings
On a flower I’d never have seen

I glance back
Sun, river, flowers—this butterfly
Maybe luck is made?

Our path together ends
You float to bench nearby
And stop me from walking away

I smile; remember the coffee shop
And decide to say it anyway
Let’s do it again sometime

Knowing damn well
This butterfly
Is getting away

P.s. You can read the other poems I sometimes write here.

Check, Please [Poem]

Published on June 15, 2023 
I like you
I’d be more specific
But I don’t know how

Unlike you, I
Can’t seem to find
My way around this here and now

What words do I know?
Humor! ...A Joke?
Rhythm—stay cool; go slow

I race to catch up
As you question me different
And whisper an aside

Like somehow we were here
Where small talk and formalities
Were behind us like years

I’d do more to reciprocate
But what if this is just you
Being damn good at what you do?

Move too fast and I fear
What feels like years
Will dissolve back into just now

Move too slow
And I won’t even get to see
With who or how you’ll go

It’s obvious you know
Words, people, paths 
—Your way around

It’s only a matter of time
Months, weeks, days
—Before you’re properly found

Which means what exactly for me?
Now? Next time? Never?
Who knows...

I ask for my check, please
And watch as another moment comes
And another moment goes

P.s. You can read my other poems here.

You Say [Poem]

Published on June 4, 2023 
You say you have nothing to give
and yet
I'm full after one glance.

You say you're rough around the edges
and yet
I'm calm after one touch.

You say your roots are broken
but what I see
is vast and barren land.

You say your baggage is heavy
but what I see
is love that could use a hand.

You tell me about the world's ugly
As I sit in wonder and see
Beauty reflected in broken glass—

Your middle finger to the world.

A rose growing in desert sand
An orchid sprouting from molten rock
A sunflower stretching from unlit cave

You say you can't carry on
And yet
You keep figuring out a way.

You say you don't like flowers
And yet
There you are—a most beautiful bouquet.

The Sun’s Hand [Poem]

Published on May 10, 2023 
Love is the sun's hand
Reaching into cornered darkness
Bringing light where light
Has no path of its own

Love is the sun's hand
Warming frozen beings
From long harsh winters
Weathered alone

Love is the sun's hand
Lifting broken hearts
From battlefields of hate
Left to mend on their own

Love is the sun's hand
Building places of refuge
Places of connection
Places for those cold, hurt, and alone

Love is the sun's hand
And you are the hand
Of the sun
Warming, reaching, lifting

Everywhere the sun alone
Can not

P.s. You can read more of my thoughts on love here.