#poetrypardy

[delightfulechoes]

Summer Falls, Winter springs

If in every day is something gorgeous–

then pearl divers are we, looking for that blessing: 

summer fruits, winter coats on sale,

a friend with a story to tell

poetry's core is thus:

take heart in hope and crumbs,

dive–until diving is done

help me find those pearls, neighbor,

Holy One, Monday, stranger

[cozycoffinzzz]

Lost in the Trees

The body hears whispers

but aches to be bruised

it wants thrills that gore it, 

sights that blind it

and joys that dismember it

if our bodies are temples

then make mine a shrine,

if our words and actions are incense

then mine should be a bonfire

the body is not new, but smacks at the wind

and howls at the horizon,

it kisses its owner, and runs off like a dog unleashed, 

lost in the trees

[cozycoffinzzz]

The Life I Want

A house burns, and in its 

place nestles a pond and fowl. 

The pond is drained, and 

surrenders to an orphanage. 

Does tilling and sowing 

not yield a harvest?

And if not the crops, 

does it not build a stronger back, 

and hardy hands?

No, no work is without 

purpose, or result. 

There's time, 

I'll be fine. 

The life I want

will be mine.

[adornself]

[cozycoffinzzz]

Vestiges

[adornself]

[cozycoffinzzz]

We are as we move.

Journey

[cozycoffinzzz]

the Worst Part

The worst

Part is you're alive.

Pulsing throat,

And a nauseous belly.

The price to wake up

On a Monday, or whenever

You’re hit in a week,

Is heartaches, disappointments.

There is no way to get to Friday

Without them. I'm sorry. We all are.

But forget these feelings,

Enough to allow space for others.

Enough so as not to experience

Anguish for the first time on Sunday.

You will take all of it—

Pain and joy and the in-between

—Tomorrow. So take an umbrella.

When you ask yourself, “Why stay here, where

I lose and grieve?”, remember that most things

Come back in different forms,

And there are reasons we are beautiful,

And worth falling in love with.

You have the right to be here.

Stay—and watch the clouds pass

Again, and again.

You belong.