#poeticthoughts

i sense your inner vanity:
silver, polished, shining
and see that self-reflection
is priority, not self-hiding

so learn about your hollows, love
learn about your flaws
find the darkest parts inside
and place the spotlight on your core

because within you is a human
just trying to be good
and i think
sometimes
that little selfish heart
is sorely misunderstood

let me pretend it’s autumn again
grey skies, clouds and rain
all the pitter patter, flitter flutter
of raindrops, and then the leaves

the leaning into winter…
the cosy, the comfort
the slowing down of hearts and homes
the freezing, the wonder

i was seven years young
the first time i dreamed
of the papillon,
dancing through the garden.

and even now,
i sense the nostalgia those wings bring;
a reminder of a kind of magic
found only there,
amongst the flowers of my mind.

in my mind’s eye, you’re frozen
in time, in place
not even revolving, never evolving

taxidermied, preserved, stuffed

until the next time we meet,
face to face
and you ask me to reassure you,
learn you all over again

this time:
i see you

you look soft and spiky,
like a tumbleweed
happier drifting with the wind
and your thorns
but when you latch on
to your chosen rock,
they’re stuck with you,
more often than not…

because you’re endearing,
as much as you’re wearying.

again, you ask me to reassure you
i hear you

you said: i’m ready to bloom
and i said: let me take a step back,
and you can have the room
and i wait
it seems i’m always waiting on you
to let go, to latch on
to latch on to me, preferably…
ha!

instead, i see you grow
i hear you, and i know

it’s my problem, not yours
but
i’d like to cultivate my roses, too
and i can’t do that
if i’m letting you still my room,
waiting on you to see me
and the space that i need.

abrighterspark:

i almost lost 

my way today;

it felt strange to be disconnected.

i almost lost

myself today;

it wasn’t quite what i expected

i write recycled words

too numerous to count

hoping that my reused phrase

will still somehow sound profound

magnify the magic you manifest in your mind…

expand your examples so they soar…

let whimsy take you on a whirlwind romance…

and may the shock of it all leave you in awe.

brush me ‘adieu’ in lieu of a goodbye

because a breeze as you leave

is preferred

to that empty sigh of a reply…

“goodbye”

i have a new addiction
to the vices i call ‘medicine’ -
but i promise it’s prescribed

chocolate, for the tears
coffee, for the head
oxytocin, for the heart

and when in need,
take all combined.