How does it feel? Bad Really really bad There is no sweetness to this Just a bitterness that keeps growing A palpable bitterness It’s like someone keeps squeezing lemons into my veins Blood has never made lemonade Not mine at least I’ve been praying I’m … Continue reading …
I have many friends who love and write poetry but I think I have found my favourite one.
This is what I wrote, in a random moment where words just sprung to mind, I texted him one verse. I couldn’t go on. I was out of words but I thought who better to send these unedited random thoughts to. I was not wrong.
If I gave you my palm, Would you read me my future? Would it have brighter days ahead or dark days that will put my strength to use Will lines form across your face as you see a horrible heartache looming ahead or will they dance with joy because “they are twins”
A couple of hours later, this is what he sent me in a text
Thinking about it.
I wrote something.”
Then followed that with these following lines
You gave me your palm before Perhaps this would be an encore, Our fingers intertwined We traced each others lines, What was soft and hard Gave me a thing to think about.
In that rosy moment At Coffee at last I did not tell you then But what I saw, I’ll tell you now.
I read faith in gentle fingers Resting in the moment; I understood hope realised After all our longing; I touched love, your pulse As I felt your cadence.
The paths I traced I know do not change They are found in the One In whom we both rest.
Faith, Hope and Love Will take you through the days The bright, the grey And those that you can’t explain.
I know if I read your palm today You would have the same future I saw that day One where you are found in the beautiful Son One where no one can put out His marvelous Sun.
When he hugs me,
I feel time slowing.
I am almost convinced that
when his long arms
find their way
around my frame,
God hits pause
Sometimes I am hasty with my hugs
As if it is something to simply get done with
But when he hugs me
I draw a deep breath
“I really shouldn’t be thinking now”
Inhale. Inhale. Inhale.
Breathe him in,hold it
Let him into your lungs
Until you feel him in your blood
Just be and let him hug you
It’s easy to miss you, you know
Sitting next to you,finally
Hoping you will not…
and there you go
before my thought is complete
Something else demands your attention
Thinking about you is tricky
one of those,
bitter and sweet moments
sugar on raw mangoes kind of taste
teases your buds in a way
that makes you ask for more
Waiting for you is…
waiting for you feels worth it
So much yet to be discovered,
Treasured and stored;
close, dear and hopefully
for a good while
I am one of those
You know, that type
I say things like
I like the way you laugh
and mean it
You have a nice smile
and mean it
On some days
I will slide my fingers through yours
Just to compare size
I will place a light one
on the back of your neck
Wrap my arms around you
because you are warmer
I will say let’s karaoke
for fun, even if we suck
I will invite you to dance
Because I absolutely love the song
I will dance around you in circles
until you get up and join me
I will leave you a note
just saying hi
Cupid’s nemesis is in my house
He sits atop my front porch roof watching
Waiting to lay burdens heavy to whoever dares to draw near
Father won’t listen to daughter won’t speak to Father won’t listen
To the sound of pain cutting through the silence
the fear of desolation
and the overpowering awareness of helplessness.
Fingers pointing at him pointing at her
pointing at them pointing at it pointing at us
Everybody needs an outlet
Everybody releases through breath
Air becomes toxins become nourishment create dis-ease
Lungs are weighed down
Hard at work to preserve life
Light headed heavy hearted, I must push through
To thoughts of him with her in my stead
Of another one picking another one
Of how it is probably that time of year again
At least this I’m used to
This kind of pain my tears recognise
For now, this is all I’ll take