Magic hangs like droplets
on silken strands
around people
things
lockets, rings
music
the every day
it drips
splatters
transforming a normal patch of air
into rainbows
magic we create
spread
with love and prisms
kaleidoscopes of beauty
and greater meaning
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
Fragile Words
Hearts bubble
to lips and fingertips
scorch lungs
sizzle veins
words hang fragile
as morning mist
dawn threatening
to burn them away
but they linger
gather strength
in the darkness
broken by scattered lights
they become hard like diamonds
multifaceted
embroidered by experience and hope
to lips and fingertips
scorch lungs
sizzle veins
words hang fragile
as morning mist
dawn threatening
to burn them away
but they linger
gather strength
in the darkness
broken by scattered lights
they become hard like diamonds
multifaceted
embroidered by experience and hope
Sunday, June 10, 2012
Crystal Castle
I always keep a part of myself back
In case the crystal castle comes crashing down
I’ve been there too often
Surrounded by the beauty of the scene
Rainbows spread around me
As the sunset breaks light at my feet
Then behind me
You take a hammer to the wall
“I just don’t want to hurt you anymore”
You say
The walls vibrate
Shattering slowly
While I flee for my life
The castle comes down
The pieces
Jagged
Tear and destroy
Slice new patterns into my skin
Shining like diamonds as they hit the ground.
I am left on the shore
Scattered shards like ice behind me
Bleeding as I wait
The castle will be rebuilt.
Maybe with you.
Maybe with someone else.
It’s not all that hard to do
Once my scabs have formed into scars
I will start again
Maybe this time
I will build my castle of something stronger
Less liable to crack
At a tap
Or knock
Or maybe I will rebuild it just as before
And wait for it to come crashing back down.
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
Pieces
Born of glass
we step
we leap
we shatter
scattered
we pick up
gather
carry on in pieces
3 words to melting point
we become
alloys of glass and steel
mosaics of who we were
we step
we leap
we shatter
scattered
we pick up
gather
carry on in pieces
3 words to melting point
we become
alloys of glass and steel
mosaics of who we were
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