Running on Empty
black and blue and
purple all over walking in the park
slip my fists into
the gloves hoisting the load the curtain rises
the canvases were
hung no movement in the suburbs locked up tight
the flowers
bloom sunshine sparkles still I wait for you
do you wake on the
hour early morning the headlights glow
drive the
freeways daylight breaks the light streams through the cracks
my letter to
you white you open it without hesitation
find it was written
long ago at last delivered running on empty
July 18, 2015
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Returning Home
when i saw the words i smiled tilted my head
and staggered to my
desk it has been a bruising week sleep evaded me
awake much of the
night i wait for my spirit to catch up as often happens
after a
journey the 'me' of 'me' seems to go astray only by instinct
finds its' way
home slips through the cracks after looking everywhere
can sometimes be
found in the hamper with the dirty clothes
or some other
unexpected place having lost its' way returning home
July 19, 2015
14 comments:
I love the mood in the first poem, can see that early morning highway.......the letter written long ago at last delivered. Beautiful. I resonate with the second poem as I am getting ready to make a quick trip away and I dont do well out of my own little space. It is so exhausting being away (and I havent even gone yet!) Loved these, my friend.
That's really interesting to compile the two pieces together, sort of like a bridge between two moments. Nice of you to share and great to see you posting again. Have a happy Sunday and nice week. Greetings!
pretty cool how you tell both sides of the story in this. Our words have effect, no matter how long they take to get there.
There is pleasure in being away and pleasure in returning home. It is nice to find the 'me' of 'me' again when one returns to one's familiar space!
Always good to find "the me of me", even if it is in the hamper with the dirty clothes,
Elizabeth
I sense the rush and feel those bruises in the first poem...and then the soft slow walk back to spirit in the second found in the simple chores upon coming home like washing clothes....fabulous!
This has to be one of my favorites of your poems!! Its incredible :D
Wonderful words, imagery, arrangement, story-telling, all of it!
The delight of these poems is the ability to read them normally across the page or even up and down. There is of course much sadness and longing therein but the memories are still precious.
Beautiful versatility here.
I like how the pent up soul finds release in the sunshine and the familiar corners become precious after the outing....love both the poems...
Two beautifully connected pieces..like the internal and external world..our inner voice and what we must say..the places where we truly find comfort..and ourselves...laundry hampers are wonderful places to start the balance all over again xo
"Running on Empty" speaks to me. I often feel as though I am reading letters written long ago, delivered only recently---and I am none the wiser for the reading.
Destiny’s Tales
The second is poem is how I feel if I miss sleep. That somewhere is another me, that can't quite make it to bed.
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