by our confession / his indwelling made perfect / our hearts for love
— loosely from 1 John 4:15-19
Monthly Archives: March 2012
Calico, and My Fondest Dreams
you were my rest and i ached to rest
weary shoulders, and a deep deep breath.
i’d think of you, and i’d see flowers,
calico, and my fondest dreams.
we were so close to perfect,
but now you’re gone,
and i find myself missing you
– 12/13/09 – 10 #favorite
Indecision
i am full of competing desires.
hopes, dreams, and knowledge of past failures,
they echo in the chambers of my mind
ponderous, pondering, weighing, wondering.
– 12/12/09 – 9
Aural Shapes
feel the aural shapes,
soft and feathery light,
sometimes sharp or hard like steel
granite forms expressed on your tongue
tasted like things grown from the earth.
felt on your skin and in your spine,
goosebumps and a flood of tears
or a sudden intake of breath.
– 12/11/09 – 8 #favorite
Sleep Is Your Friend
fatigue wraps itself around you
like a thick blanket,
heavy on your shoulders
its muffled voice whispers
sleep is your friend.
– 12/10/09 – 7