Moving Day

When my soul is hushed

When my heart is still

When my eyes are closed

I can bring back

all things that go

  And they’re mine again

And they’re here again

But a glimpse is just a glimpse

And time is never a friend

Soon enough the windows fog

And then the past gets wiped away

Sometimes all I see

Are memories waving back at me

So I spend time spending time

and nothing gets saved

It's all burnt holes in an empty pocket

No point in holding on

No point in holding anything

The days blink to nights

 life becomes desert sand

and the clock ticks off the wind

It’s all too fast

 for my tired feet

My heart can’t ever keep up

 with its own beat

I have nowhere to rest,

 no place to stay

It’s always moving day

Clarity

This post is for this week's GBE2 topic: Clarity

A drop of love

And just like that

My heart has vision

Soul to soul contact

I accepted like charity

now the world is wide open

And I see it all with clarity

All these years I looked

But it wasn’t until my eyes closed tired

That seeing felt so new

And I was glad

 when they opened up to you

My rage

 has become distant

Since I’ve moved closer to love

Your hand scribbled poetry on my page

suddenly my heart no longer

 knows how to act its age

I’m looking at the sky

Like it has never been so blue

I’m seeing a cloud

Like a pillow that comforts two

I was searching for hope

when I tripped over you

and it has never

 felt so good to fall

When heaven doesn’t answer

I’ll sit quiet and wait for your call

~Trish

Stained Hands

I can not touch a poem

And not have it smeared on my heart

Like a leaky pen stains the hands

 embracing its power

And like the poor one, thin and

yearning for a cure to all he craves--

in the dark alleys, his ways lost,

paying each price

a temporary relief would cost.

relief from the cracks
 that left his life broken

and not just his back

This

 if nothing else

perhaps not a permanent cure

but a little glimmer of an

unknown distant star to lure…

night away from darkness.

There’s just something about

How it all comes together

That makes me hope

All lives would do the same

Replacing cocooned curses

With butterflied verses

Making sense to my senses

And lifting me alive

How a heart and a little ink

Can make a soul thrive

and become

 infinitely free

I can not touch a poem

Without it touching me.

~Trish

Distant Eyes

Deceived by what resembled love

As it snuck into your world

to steal an open kiss

And left as you crawled away

Silent and rhythmless

You called it

 a blessing in disguise

To hide the resentment

 in your distant eyes

and gave a far away smile

as you stood on

your deserted isle

and said it would be okay

as many times as it took

until you believed it

Though the repetition

couldn’t seem to make it true

your heart in search of a rainbow

but a gray world has no hue

As heaven cleansed the earth,

on a tree’s leafless, fallen limb

 you sat, contemplating your worth

beneath the open sky, exposed

 and hoped that it would cleanse you too

all the while wishing for the power

 to bring all the hopeful somedays back to you

Maybe they’re in the distant mountains

which hold the faint echoes of laughter

that once upon a time were so loud

Maybe they’re in the

guts of all of those so proud

and the teasing sunsets each night

The cliff would reach to kiss

Or are they in the lost loves

That I promise I don’t miss?

~Trish

It Lives For you

It’s like the feel of a first love’s hand

On a last night together

If tears came unsalted

Would life be unsweetened?

Would roses bloom on cheeks in spring?

Perfection

Forever

Certainty

Who seeks such things and why?

Not I…

A human heart

A human soul

So much more there to see and feel

So much to discover

So much to never understand

Smooth surfaces can cause a slip

But I prefer to leap and freefall

Then bounce back for more

I can die feeling rich

Because I was born so poor.

Adventure

Complexity

Pain

Who twirls through them all like an August storm then stops to dance?

 Yes, I…

When the world is rough around the edges

Full of untamed meadows

and hidden stones your naked feet can’t bear

Find the wild orchards of silent wishes

Waiting to be breathed true

Love

Loss

Fear overcome

Exploding shields

That’s what I’ve lived through

And that is life

It lives for you.

~Trish

Poetry To The Lost Poet

I’ve left the light on for you

When love has forgotten to love

When strength laughs, heartlessly mocking

all attempts to pick it up

when closed doors won’t respond to knocking

When clouds of uncertainty

Hide all trails leading the way into a star filled sky

When you’re too numb to hope

 no ability to laugh at the fact you can’t cry

I'll leave the light on for you

When “whatever”

Becomes the only word your voice can muster

When the “if onlys” and the “can’ts”

In your mind, blend into a murky cluster

When ghosts seem more alive

than you’ve felt in years

when you can’t turn away

from yesterday’s glares

I’ll leave the light on for you

When inside everything is no more

And all ways lead to more lost

When spring catches cold

From the leftover winter frost

When all things

You thought you always knew

Suddenly

All become utterly untrue

Turn to my pages

I’ve left the light on for you

As I’ve done for you each night

Come sit and write beneath my light

My Words...

Like a thirst

quenched by

a potion

intoxicating smiling eyes
that sometimes drop a tear

Do you really like them?

Do you really get them?

Or have you plucked out a few pretty words

Flowing syllables,

 like a sparkly dress on a rack

And said “I think this would look good on a Saturday night, with my hair down…”

Some would think…”well, hey, that’s kinda cool”

But no

It’s not

Look away
 that would be fine by me

or

Feel them like your heart is your only sense of touch

See them like your soul is your only sense of sight

And then carry it all with you

So it wakes you in the deepest part of night

Because what’s inside

What I’ve smeared on this screen

Is pretty

Is ugly

Is a hot fucking cold mess of everything I’ve known

With colors and shades

more permanent than markers could ever scar a page

It’s a recipe of a disastrous life

That I sometimes thank God for out loud

It’s the shadow of a nervous tree

That you can barely see

Because you were too busy

Staring at the streetlights

Creating diamonds out of rain

All across your window

This may not be the kind of rhythm

Heels could click to in a club

But if you listen

If you really listen…

Dance will have a whole new meaning

It will make you stop to chase that uncaught breath

It will knock the wind out of you

Make you fall for so long

That you’ll beg to hit the ground

Just to know and feel its end…

But you won’t really want to know.

~Trish

I Reach For

I reach for words

Delicately floating in the air

Like dandelion wishes

I reach for you

So above me

Your lips could whisper to the stars

I reach for your heart

Intangible, like a foggy dream

Lingering vaguely through a midday nap

For one gentle instant

I close my eyes

I grasp the language and I feel you

I treasure that moment

Only briefly true
it lives during sleep