Hello lovely people! As this year comes to an end, I just wanted to wish you all a Merry Christmas! Happy Hanukkah! Happy Kwanzaa! Happy Holidays! Happy Festivus for the rest of us! And a very happy New Year! Whatever you are celebrating this week, may your hearts and your homes be full of peace, joy and love. <3
This is so beautiful…
A poem falls short; I’d like, instead
to draw a single line from me to you
and watch it curl into a word
so beautiful it’s still unsaid –
or press paper to the window pane
so that the day might saturate
a note that brightly warms your hands,
spills birdsong from imagined trees
and buzzes like fat bumblebees,
but I am bound by language, love; I can’t.
An inadequate poem by ephemera
Tossing and turning
Eyes are wide and aware
The digital numbers on the clock change slowly
Each minute taking an eternity to pass
There are no dreams here
Only harsh confrontation with reality
Too tired to sleep
Too tired to dream
Not awake, not asleep, lost in the infinite middle
The zone of awareness without motivation
Thirsts remain unquenched, hungers unsated
The mind drifts leaving the body behind
These become two separate existing forces
When will sleep reunite them?
Sanity has lost definition
Another endless night is closing
Reality will soon be reinforced by consequences
Rationalization dismisses the afterthoughts they possess
And I press the snooze button
Insomnia by Jennifer Hogenson
Girls are like
apples on trees. The best
ones are at the top of the tree.
The boys don’t want to reach for
the good ones because they are afraid
of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they
just get the rotten apples from the ground
that aren’t as good, but easy. So the apples
at the top think something is wrong with
them, when in reality, they’re amazing.
They just have to wait for the right
boy to come along, the one
who’s brave enough
all the way
to the top
of the tree.
Passion burning deep in my heart
Wishing that we were never apart
Coming together hand in hand
Melted and pressed as grains of sand
Shaping a most beautiful pane of glass
Etchings abound and trimmed with brass
A beautiful display wanting all to see
Remains hidden and sheltered only for me
Where had I heard this wind before
Change like this to a deeper roar?
What would it take my standing there for,
Holding open a restive door,
Looking downhill to a frothy shore?
Summer was past and day was past.
Somber clouds in the west were massed.
Out in the porch’s sagging floor
Leaves got up in a coil and hissed,
Blindly struck at my knee and missed.
Something sinister in the tone
Told me my secret must be known:
Word I was in the house alone
Somehow must have gotten abroad,
Word I was in my life alone,
Word I had no one left but God.