I so beautifully mourn…

I sit here
in morning’s
graying light
orangy pinks
forget to dance
I’ve no absolution
in this dull light
or any other moment
and evident is ache
in my reticent breath
with pale palms
opened & offering
every pulse of my heart
every thought my mind carries
for he; you, my love
I so beautifully mourn…

my soul does wait

I changed it up slightly when I posted this to Instagram for day 1 of  #marchfalls… hosted by Matt and Ashley @fallspoetry


I am molting
I have no responsivity
this process aches my heart
my words
limit possibility
and my skin
thin and fragile
tears with each letter unwritten
do you know this longing
hiding inside you
my plumes formed
bumps under flesh
waiting to spread
breaking in the dark
pleasure in light
impart summation
we desired whole…
his resting place
to breathe
a sacred mooring
nearer still

unleashed and resonating…

was it manipulation

are my thoughts & intentions pure

if I am in my truth

my ascension

then is it not so

my love too is

unleashed and resonating

I have much to consider

and learn

and set right within myself

clarity is treasure

I won’t doubt

I won’t be disillusioned…

dive deep

come up for air

be unattenuated

remain attentive

understand the  power of breath

alive and flowing


unapologetically…be you

Sometimes you just need to get out of your



unleash dread

let go of what’s said

sometimes you just need to release the emotions you


lightly or bold

new or old

enlighteningly told

sometimes you need to

step up

step towards

step back

step away

come stay

come around some other day

sometimes you just need to





and all the time you need to

be you

become new

be your soul’s purpose


be spiritual truth

be unapologetically you

turn from…alee of him

the site of his ice blue eyes sweeps over me

where did he well up from inside

I buried him a long ago

and why now

what triggered him in my chest

in my head

my mind feels electric

I sit here remembering life in those eyes

as he drifts across memory

everything he knew of me held in that one glance

we knew without knowing all those years ago

and in this second I still feel him breathe

as if he is near

yet, muscle memory will know

to tuck him away

turn from him

alee of him

he fades to black

his smoke dissipates

he never came


sunlight of humans…

I sit in here in the sun

letting its energy surround me

the smile across my lips is soft

like the sunlight itself falling upon my skin

how gentle I feel in sunlight

its heat healing my weariness

I think of its magnitude

the power behind the rays

its brilliance

its fire

its energy to give life

its ability to kill

we are not so unlike the sun

consider it

the next time you lay across someone’s skin with heat

the next time you take your light away from someone

the next time you raise your power against another

we give life

we kill



have you considered…

why do some take their tenderness away

like a magician disappearing an object (or a human)

its there and then it’s not

or at least the illusion of it first being there

I suppose there are varied reason

but the one that keeps coming to mind,

tenderness leaves because giving it

no longer serves the “self” purpose

no longer to gain from giving

Yes, I believe that in many instances

this tenderness/kindness disappearing act is necessary

to move beyond being stuck

or to open oneself for something better

or to walk away from a negative situation (such as abuse!!!)

but have you considered

what if the situation was that the other person or thing

needed more of your tenderness



what if the setting aside of the ego

for the sake of another

was truly the path needed taking

what if

just what if

the lesson was you had to give

a little bit more

or a little longer

to have not better

but rather have extraordinary

>>>>>>this is a hard line to consider<<<<<<

when to give nor not

stay or leave

especially when humans are so self-serving



So yes, sometimes we must save ourselves


yet, sometimes the other person

needed us more

sometimes they needed our light






reunited…and hints of transformative powerful love

It’s thrown

this lifeline

yet, still slightly out of reach

I got you


come rage against the barrier

it’s crumbling

soon returned queen to your king

past lovers

twin flame

long we have come together

beautifully weaved

mysteriously perfect


So much (almost all of it) of my poetry has been of love. The finding of, the breathing in of, the loss of, etc…love. I have for awhile wanted to self-publish a book of poetry, by the urging of a few people close to me and also, by my falling in love with writing in the last three years. It seemed quite natural to progress to the idea of writing a book and I thought, why not!

Yet, it is not as easy as some make it look and I thought for awhile, plagued by self-doubt, that I just wasn’t good enough, and therefore, my inability to move foreward with writing. Every corner I turned was another road block so it seemed. However, I have since found in the past 2 months, I wasn’t blocked as much as I am in the midst of a huge transformation. The aha kind! Which now, I find myself moving very slowly forward with a slight alteration to the idea of a book of poetry. It is still very much poetic and will be my words, and my small voice, yet, with I believe a whole lot of divine intervention at the core. I am excited about this project, eager to get on with it, but as with any idea, any vision, it takes time, and prayer, and meditation, and research.

In my recent research, it somehow has lead me to reading about soulmates and the concept of a twin flame, which many are adamant twin-flame is different from soulmate. Perhaps I came across this topic because it’s February (the month widely associated by man as the month of Love) and also, because my creative project’s main theme is Love. Whatever the reason I came across the subject, it’s a beautiful concept of deeper love, a profound energy of ancient love; drawing one to the other, and quite full of mystical and dreamy design. Heavily laden in the markings of the unknown universe…It is beyond any reasoning in the human mind of today’s world.

My little 5 second poem does no justice to this remarkable ideal of love! But I have had a bit of creative block in the last couple of weeks. Being sick and not sleeping didn’t help either. So the fact that any words came out of this tired brain is good enough for me at the moment.  

beautiful love and glorious light,