Posts Tagged ‘love’

Masterpiece

Masterpiece
Sketches dance before my eyes Beautifully naïve Incomplete Black and white   Love paints the figures Vivid hues- Crimson red Cobalt blue   But hardships carve ridges Deep into untrimmed hearts Pain, grief, fear, anguish, sorrow— Beat their flesh tender “Mercy,” they cry For the wounds...
January 12th, 2014 | Poetry | Read More

The Storm That Rushes Through Me

The Storm That Rushes Through Me
There’s a storm that rushes through me As I touch your face And your eyes grow large As I feel your embrace And there’s nothing like it in the whole wide world And I fear this love As I’m swallowed into its swirl And I find myself broken Healed and torn Empty and filled Like a child reborn And...
December 7th, 2013 | Poetry | Read More

Mt. Gur Advent

Mt. Gur Advent
Did you say you stopped by yesterday? I ask as we ease into the turning lane. We are on our way home from church in which we strained to sing the familiar songs of the season full of longing, pregnant with hope. It is the first Sunday of Advent. Yes, she replied, I made him a Christmas tree. The blinker...
December 1st, 2013 | Poetry | Read More

If not for the storm…

If not for the storm…
If not for the storm inside these walls I would marry these words I’d sing them into me build them a house make them breakfast in bed each morning take time to brew their tea in the afternoon brush free the loose leaves from the counter top my hand mixing with honey spilled resisting the temptation to...
November 24th, 2013 | Poetry | Read More

The Other Body

The Other Body
catching sight of you while I dressed this might have been a moment when I’d have said, “you’ve seen better days” each glimpse of you over time sparking the same sullen commentary sometimes spoken aloud. each dismissal another cement block in this barrier between us until we are strangers connected...
November 9th, 2013 | Poetry | Read More

Thursday’s Child

Thursday’s Child
by: Kristen Allocco   And it’s said that I’ve got a long way to go And I don’t know forgiveness- it’s a long road alone a long row to hoe All told, I’d rather a ‘ho for the road And I’m easy, and easily seduced, by other more potent drugs Am easily amused Navel gazing, my own muse. I...
August 10th, 2013 | Poetry | Read More

This Ain’t Rocket Science

This Ain’t Rocket Science
Some do because they’re young and full of joy, but most horses buck because their hearts have been broken. They can mend but it takes a mediator, someone who will not raise voice or hand, someone to give them time to remember the time before the pain, someone imperfectly steady as creek water shifting...
August 3rd, 2013 | Poetry | Read More

Older

Older
You look older, she said In a quiet voice, laden with care From her spot on the couch Our youngest one nestled in her arms The older ones gone to bed. We were watching TV and I was drifting in and out of sleep. I had sunk into my chair. It was the end of our day. I turned my head to face her And leaned...
July 28th, 2013 | Poetry | Read More

The Engagement Room

Photo from Zachary Parker via In New York City you stand in line for just about everything. I go grocery shopping on Friday nights when everyone else is at the bars just to avoid the crowds. I missed out on Yayoi Kusama’s Fireflies on Water last fall at the Whitney because I heard how bad the...
July 23rd, 2013 | Blog | Read More

Night Work

Night Work
There is that cool breeze that blows atop the blankets so unusual for this time of year and we keep wide the windows at night grateful for the way it pushes away the heavy scent of labored sleep But the truth is you are not sleeping much and although I can’t help myself the sleeping, that is I...
July 13th, 2013 | Poetry | Read More