Just beyond
Just beyond finger tips
and a little longer than arm’s length
he who I would give all.
Yet not my courage nor my strength.
Just below my surface
and hardly held contained
the nag insecurity
compels me to refrain.
An end made before a beginning.
Halted before headway made.
No reaction followed action.
So, perhaps I am where I should have stayed.
Yet in the back of my mind
and behind my lids as I sleep,
build beautiful dreams
based on thoughts of you so sweet.
Like this:
Danger there
Lips paralyzed in fear.
These charming desires, once exposed,
might be open—
not to scorn,
not to mockery,
not to cruelty.
No, terror comes with the thought that
riotous attraction will be
met with polite disregard.
Cool eyes, calm composure
cut deeper than sharp refusal.
With rejection comes rage—
a hurt so tangible
you can cling to it.
But a gentle let down—like a poison—
slips into your veins,
sinks into your heart, and
slithers into your mind.
When you try to grasp it, it disperses.
Spreading doubt, doubt, and more doubt
in all you felt,
in all you thought,
in all you wanted and want still.
Danger there in nice.
For it breeds hope—
a hope that promises and punishes.
And makes it impossible
to identify an enemy to overcome.
Like this:
No Need for Changing Your Ways
Come
Come on and say it.
Goodbye is there in your touch.
Farewell is in your eyes
Won’t really take too much.
If you say it out loud, won’t come as a surprise.
I’ve known
for some time
now.
Go
Go on and do it.
One foot’s already out the door.
Take to the road calling your name,
Lost all you’ve come here for.
You won’t have my heart, but you will take the blame.
I’ve carried it
long enough
now.
Stay
Stay just as you are.
No need for changing your ways.
Keep life orderly and neat.
Things they remain just as you say,
Simple and sweet and so incomplete.
I’ve learned
don’t need them
now.
Like this:
Clutching to ghosts
Sipping on warmth
tempered by an icy glass.
Hot and cold mixing,
battling on my tongue.
Combating like the thoughts
caught in my troubled mind.
Clutching to ghosts that
grow thinner each day.
Stretched by distance and date
but never quite erased.
12/29/11
Like this:
Splash II
8 x 10 watercolor
This cold weather has me thinking of the Big Island…long sunsets, beautiful forests, and glistening lava.
Like this:
Choice, pride, consequences
Pretend not
to note quick
sly invitation.
Hold fast a
dull expression.
Though mouth yawns
slow, wide, and long
mind races swift
speedily weighing
choice, pride,
consequences.
For Three Word Wednesday (http://www.threewordwednesday.com/)
dull, race, yawn
With stone eye and brow
With stone eye and brow
you tell me you want more.
Together we’ve become less.
What you truly wish to express
is a desire to restore
what we’ve never held somehow.
What more to give than all?
What less to withhold than none?
With nothing left to reveal
no more tenderness to steal
it seems a decline has begun,
which no good intention can stall.
So go where you will.
See sights fresh and new
with warm watchful eyes.
And if a reflective mind tries
to pause on the one you once knew,
then know you want met still.
9/17/11
Changes
Being in love with potential
keeps your feet moving—
A new address, a new circle—
through which to glide.
But different room and fresh scenes
give no new spaces to hide.
Old faults and weaknesses
find a way of showing.
And all these alterations
haven’t changed my mind.
Alone with your thoughts
happens any place.
Doubt and insecurity catch you
no matter how long the race.
Thus, it’s only my comfort
that I’ve left far behind.
08/21/11
Like this:
Seemingly
Seemingly,
with little haste,
temporary perch
transformed into a
steadfast resting place.
Finally,
after so long a pause,
weary limbs unfold.
Stiff as gargoyle wings they,
cautiously break their pose.
Briefly,
before wisdoms clarify,
in a darting glance
over the shoulder
fond memories blur the eye.
Assuredly,
each and every time,
a thing never looks
so good as when
you’re leaving it behind.
6/1/11
More
Abstract water color
Whenever you look at an object, we observe the sum of its layers, its components. Though our eyes only register the surface, our minds understand that there is much more below. How far can we break down solid objects? What is the smallest increment we can perceive? Do you feel atoms?
I found this subject interesting to paint because there is a cosmos of activity under the surface of things that we can’t perceive. The above was inspired by images of pollen under an electron microscope. Its magnification revealed massive caverns and complex textures that I would not normally associate with the tiny spores that affect my allergies.
