Cutest buttons sparkle and shine
A sleeping baby stays warm tonight
Snuggled in with reindeer and rabbits
Where happy dreams do fill the sky
In this young world, all is well
In this young mind, animals smile
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Photographer: Ieva Katana
I was given this customer photograph, and requested to write a short poem to go along with it for Minus40’s blog. The onsie is a Minus40.
Seriously adorable stuff.
Erupting through the sky above
Energy explodes around love
Capturing a quick passionate embrace
Magical highlights leave no trace
Clawing at my hidden gates
The lover enters; seals her fate
And up and up and up we go
Breathing hard to take it slow
Down and down and down we run
Until the moon turns into sun
I walk away with 10 lbs of guilt
Drying out at the side of an all night diner
Pissing in pots for immediate release
Burgers for the greedy
With fries
Where I once felt free
In the shady hours of the night
I no longer lurk with the victims of crime
Sitting cross legged at the altar
Single candle burning
I comfort my sentence with salt
Easing the napkin under the table
As I sandwich my regret between two sesame seed buns
Smelling redemption
Smiling in content
You couldn’t walk away just like that; wind blowing your hair in a careless manner leaving eyes dropping memories one at a time
Yet, with the legends that crop out the clouded sky into dreams that come forward with just the right light
I have become another human
I have become the epitome of graceful
I have become the master of disguises
I have leaned so far out the window that my hat and glasses have blown off in a whirl of excitement and confusion
And I have died a thousand times
Died with the madness that grows in the spring time
Died with the emptiness of an ending shower
Died with the footprints that don’t stop in a new winter’s flurry
Meanwhile, as the sheets get unfolded and spread upon the queen sized bed
A stranger in the twilight rests his eyes upon what walks away: a heart of the softest kind with the sweetest smile and dearest eyes
I mind the rocky paths and step lightly to that path which softens under foot, void of all jetty rocks that perturb my conscience with evil glances and a mean demeanor
I reminisce about the legends I’ve read about, chest held high, knees stepping lightly over the path ahead
And I feel my own hair blowing in the wind as I reach further and further into freedom and dreams
Ignoring the possibility that these snowy tracks will be forever gone if we lose the fingertips we embrace with love
Leaving behind a single memory, fluttering like a broken heart
In a graceful dance
From the confines of my soul
Through my heavy eyes
And into the wind
Focused breath
Inner relaxation
Bold revelations
There are days when it feel like I’ve narrowly been missed
Like if I stare for a few more moments
I’ll catch your reflection in the mirror
Standing there beside me, as it should be
New age, digital sentences
Walk with fine breaths that catch uncontrollably
Upon the thoughts of what could be
What if the romance was sparked
Living a life inside a headspace
Old age, humbled forgiving
Books with notes clutter the conscience with a lingering smell
Dust rolls off the thoughts like dew in the sunshine
And life carries on, like time
As books multiply in the mirrors
I cried
Into a pillow full of butter
Melted away my heart
Stung the years gone
Dangling carelessly
In front of mirrors
As slow drips splash
Erasing my memory
Flirting uncontrollably
With anarchy
A comfy chair places me at home
Wrinkles that each tell a story
Smile back at me, or
Crease as I sit amongst the pillows
Memories float through the air
Of a time long gone now
It’s funny how we remember things
Like they were just yesterday
Sometimes the memories
Are built into photographs
Slightly raw on the edges
Handled for years
I think the biggest prize
Of all the nooks and crannies
That is found at home
Is in the heart that hugs me at the door
Did it again
Wrapped my head RIGHT around that thought
Brought it down like a weak wrestling match
Pulled out the cavalry who fired the guns
Let loose a slaughter, just like that
So much so
That even time wrinkled a little bit
Little bouts of perfection make those kinds of impacts
Waves that blow in the wind
Instances
And moments
Pure and utterly filled with complete
I’ve tried to pull the gun a thousand times before
Planning with unending tenacity
Sifting through the dusty pages of yesterdays notes
While I watch my brothers pull away with theirs
I see the champions hold their trophies proud
And still I cry for justice to revenge
I struggle with my ends that dare cut down the strings
That weave a heavy cobweb like the clouds above
I try with intelligence to seal away my fate
To push my luck with effort after work
But still as I pray upon my victims: few
Then out of the dark
A lone warrior cry rings
That brother of lust
The one that was lost
Gathers his weapons
And races off to the fight