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Drowning dry

2/7/2017

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I've been home from my swim
Long enough for my hair to have dried
Stiff and wavy in the air
As I've busied myself with the tasks of living


I've draped my suit over the shower rod
Trod a path of fine sand through the house
Too preoccupied to wipe my feet


It was a good visit
I thought
Maybe a bit too brief
Not enough sun and salt to sate me


There was just one thing
A momentary miscalculation
We make them every day
And I breathed at the wrong time


I coughed a little
It was nothing really
Everything was fine


It's been hours since it happened
And I don't think I feel so well
Is this what they call drowning dry?
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Those who share the hum

2/6/2017

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Sacred circles and ley lines
Inept words for our inexplicable places
Where people and things
Unfit elsewhere
Find comfort


We end up here by accident
A confluence of unforeseen events
Steering us
And our disbelief
To make a life we never imagined


We gather
Secular
To pray to each other
In twilit cold
Warming feet and spirits
By logs that hiss with unspent moisture
Smoke lingering
In hats and mittens for days
Our cheeks glow pink on the ice


There is magic here
Something about us
Recognizable only by those who share the hum
Notes in the chord
The wind carrying our song


Listen closely
You might hear us
Or dream of pointed red hats
Parading in twos and threes
Down an ordinary small town street







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A lifetime of perfect lies

2/2/2017

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I lived a lifetime of perfect lies
Cradled in unkind hands
I dug the clay from my own grey shame
Fired them lovely in my lungs
Let them slip glazed and shining from my lips


I told them easily
The untruths to conceal unhappiness
To everyone I knew
And many I didn't
I told them until I ran out
Of cold wet earth
Of hot damp air
Of the will to keep sleeping
Blanketed in my own sadness


I woke slowly
Then all at once
Empty of my art
A spent resource
Crumbling between my fingers
My mouth too dry to make it mold


Dishonesty has drained from me
Truth running clean and clear
From every pore
Sureness gleaming on my skin


I won't lie for you
Or cradle you in my own kind hands
I won't apologize for crimes I haven't committed
To make your existence easier
Or help you avoid your own fate


Craft them yourself
Deliver them wrapped in ribbons
Packages of deceit
A gift only to yourself




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Like learning to walk

2/1/2017

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I want to be bare beyond my skin
Free to expose
All that I am
Lacking the fear
Of your fear of me
Knowing it doesn't exist


It's like learning to walk
Rolling from heel to toe
Unsteadily
Reaching for a handhold
And finding yours
Warm and strong
In the cold


I don't know what I'm doing
I don't expect you to tell me
But if I ask
I know you'll answer
Suggest
Not demand
My path my own
Yours to take as long as you choose


Stay with me
While it suits you
Breath for breath
Step for step
No destination on the map
But each other






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