Sit Down & Rest

21. Writer. Lover of all things bookish. Amateur photographer. 24/7 stressed college student. Welcome.

[oncetherewasatree]

Dear 2019,

Please bestow kindness to all–

We are so tired.

[oncetherewasatree]

Apparently should have done one for 2020 as well 😅

[oncetherewasatree]

Isn't it splendid?

To live these different lives

but love the same moon.

-k.d.d.

[oncetherewasatree]

So, I searched for you

in the attic of my mind

only to find dust.

-k.d.d.

[piperderg-deactivated20221106]

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[fairycontessa]

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[eliamatrell]

— MARIA PAWLIKOWSKA-JASNORZEWSKA, trans. Barbara Bogoczek & Tony Howard. 

[pisceanpizza]

Yesssss

[oncetherewasatree]

Raindrops fall lazily onto the windshield from a foreboding grey sky.

On the radio, a masculine voice croons about wasted potential.

The heat is on and the car becomes a safe haven from the harsh, wet coldness of the outside.

The road is wet, with fallen leaves plastered to the pavement.

In that moment you feel safe but solemn.

And you wonder if this is how you will always feel without them.

Surviving instead of living.

Seperated from them as you are from the cold rain.

Grimly awaiting the moment you have to step outside the car.

-k.d.d.

[oncetherewasatree]

The heat from your hands

stirs the embers within me--

consuming us both.

-k.d.d.

[oncetherewasatree]

As time passes by,

I will remember your love...

it was fleeting too.

-k.d.d.

[oncetherewasatree]

How cruel the sun is--

shining as your light grows dim.

A distant beacon.

-k.d.d.

[oncetherewasatree]

I will sing our hymn--

until I forget the words.

And then, I will hum.

-k.d.d.

[oncetherewasatree]

When the wheat fields die,

and all the rivers run dry,

my love will remain.

-k.d.d.

[oncetherewasatree]

When day kisses night,

and the sun has lost her shine,

find me in the moon.

-k.d.d.

[oncetherewasatree]

Pine branch in the stream--

dancing along the current;

let peace guide you home.

-k.d.d.

[oncetherewasatree]

Tonight, the stars hide--

veiled by the thick, city smog.

Nonetheless, they shine.

-k.d.d.

[oncetherewasatree]

The dogwood will fall,

and the primrose will whither.

But love will live on.

-k.d.d.

[oncetherewasatree]

When I was young,

I spoke to the trees.

I told them my sorrows

in exchange for their breeze.

I whispered and muttered,

and cried my despair.

Until one day,

an old willow

tusseled my hair.

She told me of storms

and droughts she had weathered.

Her branches painted pictures

of the ties she had severed.

She mentioned brothers and sisters--

some here, and some gone.

Willow spoke of all the winters

she had endured alone.

She told of a love that made her weep--

a love that had cut her an inch too deep.

Willow spoke lovingly of friends

that admired her branches.

And, later, of friends

she gave too many chances.

Then she wiped at my cheeks,

and tidied my shirt.

And she dusted my pants

free of the earth.

Then Willow bowed her bough

and said in a whisper;

All that is bad

must become better.