Saturday, September 29, 2012

Fall Fawning

Psst....mmmm....POP!

A cool breeze and the leaves once again brush my naked face,
Slow jazz caressing my temple note by note, cheek to cheek,
A sweet surrender as the leaves finally give up--
And fall.

*laugh*

I'm falling for you, fall.
And each passing day as the rays get shorter and shorter, and your temper is cooling,
I find myself increasingly enamored by you.
The way you tease by leaving me leaves 
That only get better with season.
How you see me and blush--reds, yellows, oranges--oh you flatter me so!

Psst...mmmm...POP!

Fall, can we dance?
I'll wear my autumn green dress with a jacket, as to not get a cold shoulder from you.

Humming a rumba, you hiss through the trees and my hair smacks so fiercely in tune.
A bold romance.

Sunday, September 16, 2012

Wallowing in Waves


Here is the disheartening truth—
Some days I know that I am drowning.
It is as if I am walking on water,
—angelic, serene, sure—
A billowing dress and cotton-glazed hair,
Free.

I see its shadow—
That giant wave of doom creeping upon me,
Soaking the hem of my dress,
Weighing me down.
No. No. No.
I stay ahead of time, ahead of my thoughts,
Outrunning the wave…


—B u t   o n e   c a n   o n l y   r u n   f o r   s o   l o n g—


Tears stain the salt water
As I take one final glance at the world around.
The broken, yet beautiful, world—
“Will I ever see you again?”
My hair knots with anxiety
And finally I look up,
Acknowledging the wave’s existence as it successfully


P
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     s

      m
        e

          u
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             d
               e
                 r…


Bubbles swirl about as I flail in the water, and I try to grasp them,
They—the only surviving air in these dark waters—collapse in my hand.
The Son is obscured by the waves.
My eyes are burning from the salt.
I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe.
Where am I?
What am I doing?
My dress wraps around my neck, choking me.
I am batting my arms, batting around, battling with batting.
B A T T L E   T H E   W A V E S !
A war cry.
But I am alone, and I can’t see the Son.

Can one cry underwater?
I believe so.
It is a plea, a desperate plea.
One that cries with tear-words—
“Does the world really look like this all the time?”
“Why are we ignoring these waves?”
“Help; someone; I can’t breathe.”
My strength is gone, I begin to fall,
A final bubble rises to the surface.


—“I   c a n ’ t    g o   o n .”—


Hands plunge through the waters—
Hands swimming like little, loving minnows towards me.
I am falling, my eyes are blank,
My dress—torn.
My head jerks back from the momentum,
As they grasp me and pull me upwards.
I can’t see where we are going, nor do I even care.
After all, waves take the care away.

Breaking the surface, my vision is still foggy.
Hands pull me over the edge of a boat—
I’m numb, empty.
Faces peer at me; hands massage feeling back into my limbs.
Tears seep out of my eyes, ridding my body of the salt water acquired from the wave.
I cough.
My entire body trembles.
I can finally feel once again—it hits me all at once.

Warm smiles meet my raw, vulnerable being.
Waves can do a lot of damage to a beautiful soul.
I feel awkward.
—my heart is naked—
but I know I’m safe.
Hands begin to point,
“Look, dear friend, look—this is who saved you.”
My eyes scan the horizon, and I see.
—I—see—what—I—so—easily—forget—
Some are pointing at encouragement,
Some at genuine care,
Others at the beautiful Son
But at the heart of it all I see that they are all pointing at LOVE.
L  O  V  E.

I sob on that blessing of a boat.
Sob so DEEPLY from the soul.
Oh, life. Oh dear friends.
When those terrible waves hit,
How easily I forget,
That I am never alone on this journey
And that I am so beautifully, so deeply, so genuinely
Loved.