

Sticky Note
Words fall off unless we lick them,
stick them to the recipient
the intrepid receiver of our slivers
of meaning built by our slivers of shivers.
When the letters line up
shine up
show up to show us up
just when we thought we glowed up.
Now to find out we went hard to stick those syllables
and lick those syllables
so they stay together to make a
merry weather day filled with words I hope stick and stay.
I hope they stay on my sticky note.
The one I licked for good luck before
I stuck it to your soul.
Sticky Note
Words fall off unless we lick them,
stick them to the recipient
the intrepid receiver of our slivers
of meaning built by our slivers of shivers.
When the letters line up
shine up
show up to show us up
just when we thought we glowed up.
Now to find out we went hard to stick those syllables
and lick those syllables
so they stay together to make a
merry weather day filled with words I hope stick and stay.
I hope they stay on my sticky note.
The one I licked for good luck before
I stuck it to your soul.
words
Words...those sparks that speak for us.
Syllables formed from thoughts.
Sometimes they articulate perfectly the intended message.
Sometimes they tell our stories.
We send them out to lovers, and friends and foes alike. They're perfect parcels...meant for someone else to form meaning.
Occasionally they are left outside in the rain.
Unreceived
Ignored
Misunderstood
It's as if they are speechless.
The confusion of grief
With the fresh reality, everyone shows up
"Let us help."
"What can we do?"
They don't know what to do.
I don't know what they can do.
Physically close is uncomfortable
because a hug may feel right
but could be rebuffed
where does that leave them?
It leaves them with arms empty
while I live days and nights
with every part of everything empty.
Talking is easy when I fill the air.
In the throes of disaster
I had a focus
there was illness or getting well
or planning for death...
all those provided a solution
The aftermath leaves nothing but
ends to tie up and items to sort.
and the things that show up that
I must decipher
Thoughts to clear away
pieces of white paper and colored
what to keep and whatever mattered
A life reduced to rubble
and piles of useless clutter.
Words form
I am flying down the road and there it is.
In my head formed the perfect line.
I repeat it in hopes of keeping it mine.
Looking for my voice memo tile
Now I’ve lost it, but it was mine for a while.
Soul pool
There’s nothing like the eyes of a lover.
They search so deeply.
Seeing all the way through
Deep into their lover’s soul pool
Clear, warm and salty
It holds the years of tears shed
While looking for them...waiting for them.
It is their place on which
To float endlessly.
In that safe dwelling within their lovers soul...made just for them.
Sister moon
Last night I noticed light glinting off the silver of the car. Looking straight up overhead I saw her...Our moon. I smiled at her...she smiled back...I told her silently...thank you sister...I love you and how your luminescence lights my way. Tonight’s dark sky is brightened once again by the never ending beauty of Our Moon...with or without you...I know we will always bask in her light at the same time...we might even have a private glance upward...remembering her as Ours and our time with her.
Like the dew
Like dew on grass my tears rested gently on my cheeks. Each droplet rolled slowly over the mounds leaving a glistening trail to be traced by your fingers. As you caught each one you asked, “Why my love do you weep so?” To that I answered, “Because soon I will miss you as fiercely as I am thrilled to see you now.” Watching the joy in my eyes at seeing yours you leaned down and kissed the trail of each tear. The path was then broken. Only joy remained in its place.
My escape
Like an old camera
which when opened
exposes the delicate film,
so did our time together
capture these snapshots
of memories longed
to be created.
Created from joy,
surprise, tenderness,
passion, desire,
Reconciliation and love.
The laughter and longing
connection and satisfaction,
affection and belonging
held us tightly together.
Hold my hand.
Catch my tears.
And know my love
I’ll do the same.
Soul play
Ours dance together
We don't know, but
their play keeps us close.
They know no distance.
Ours only know love.
The ether is their earth.
Holding hands just like us.