Feelings shaped into words, inspired by moments
Why must
we think so forward
look into the distance
out of the window, at the horizon?
What of that which surrounds us - the room we’re in
the fireplace burning
the warm tea brewing
the thick rugs comforting.
The horizon our goal, the room our now
one we aspire to, one we disdain.
Feelings, I don’t even know
like the ocean a continual ebb and flow
a flashback, akin to the flicker of a candle
unpredictable.
A mad rush of excitement
you feel it in you - an awakening again
like when you were five
and didn’t care
about the looks around you
but would sing and play and dance
without the fear of judgement,
and only with the joy of youth.
She’s waiting,
waiting for her passion to be reciprocated.
She does not want your blue marker pen
but a pot of glitter
vibrant, multi-dimensional, bright - like her.
If life is art, join her as the painter
for she will not stop ‘til she has found her artist
to paint this world together
one gold stroke at a time.
Amber, red, sunshine
Buds grow on trees
Lambs breathe fresh dew
The robin sings his heart
An awakening called
the present.
I knew
I knew from the moment I saw you
The sparkle in those grey eyes
The way your teeth showed - just a touch - as you smiled
then looked away
then smiled again
as your eyes met mine.
And so, the release of ink on this paper
the release of words into space
the release of tears on my cheeks
a liberation that mocks the stifling nest we created
like a bird that craves freedom, but cannot leave the nest.
