Tuesday, February 24, 2015

it's only words

 highs, lows
migraines, and early birdsong
old friends & goodbyes
 a tiny thrill of freedom

try and make sense of it, let me know what you find.
 my world is topsy-turvy, and right now -- that's just fine.

I don't have any words right now, as you can see. The ones that come out are barely (if that) coherent. It's a jumbled mess as I try to work through the scars and attempt to 'feel' again. It's odd, being disembodied from your emotions. I'm afraid that I have grown too used to it, and almost enjoy it.
 The problem is you really can't write without emotion, at least I can't.
 I have grown tired of this apathy
 and miss living in my world
 - too much of this one, I guess.
So this, this will be my year.

Tuesday, February 3, 2015

frosty stars

a silent peace
 muffled, gathering...

   downy snowflakes
                      all around

they come to rest one by one
 on the doe's long lashes, above her liquid eye
her breath like a cloud, still - yet swirling
 up to the stars to join the crystal frosts above

a little scribble in the margins of Winterkiln