Kevin’s Note: Time is a funny thing…counting time is altogether a different story. Absolutely a wonderful piece.
I have been wrapped up like a present
under the Christmas tree from the year you left.
I have be waiting for you to return-
to open the one thing you left
365 days have passed
and I am still listening for your footsteps.
on our side.
held between glass walls
Keri’s note: Perfect.
I stand still on a chair
With my arms outstretched while
Balancing on one leg,
And I wonder if this is
How baby birds feel
Right before they leap and
I’ve learned a couple of things
Mapping out this tired landscape:
One- a misunderstanding is the new black,
Two- we fall hardest on our hearts, and
Three- we learn to care for others within boundaries
(Because ‘safety first’ is everyone’s favourite motto)
Sometimes at the grocery store I see
The lady with rings on
Each one of her skeleton fingers
And although her body has crumpled into folds
She’s taught me that the letters left
On your soul are more visible than
The ones dangling from your mouth
A strange sadness takes over
When she extends her
Pale hand to buy cheap
Cake mix for her daughter’s
I like to believe that she is like me:
A little lazy and a little happy
But never fully anything
I think about the combined breaths of
Every passionate being in this world
And if it’s true that each day
Someone stops living
I hope that person
Is never you
Sunny’s Note: I love this piece. We’ve all had one of these moments and this just resonated with me. Lovely poem.
I didn’t know How wild things Could still get
Unsure Of the Possible excitement
Having too many Drinks Getting lost In the soundtrack On my way To the crowded bars Like a child at 21
Not knowing The night could Ever turn pretty
But knowing it happened Running into you
Sunny’s Note: This is such a beautiful piece. The first two lines are just wonderful and the rest was just a joy to take in. Lovely read indeed.
She holds fistfuls of violets in her hands clutching onto them like memories. The sky is an orange bursting the scent of citrus as the sun slowly melts into the horizon. Her heart is heavy and sinking with pebbles of pain that rattle through her arteries. The wind is swift and lilting picking through the trees and rustling the leaves. She is a blossom in the breeze. She is fleeting and a mystery. Her smile shifts shape and she tries to love all that she hates.
Sunny’s Note: I love finding little gems such as this. I adore everything about it. The cadence in this is perfect, read it aloud and it will astonish you even more. Great job.
If I told you
how I’ve loved
then I’ve lied
and twice more.
Because we’ve met
a hundred times
and vaguely through
Yes I’ve loved once,
a hundred times
“You’re A Strange Bird”
Sunny’s Note: God, i love this. Just everything about it. I can’t even offer you a critique because all I will keep saying is how much I love it so. Such a beautiful poem.
I wait for the calm;
I wait for the breath;
I wait for the noises of your mouth
ringing, sighing, chuckling,
calling me away somewhere—
but when it’s all over,
you run back off to wherever you belong:
moving, moving, moving
and I am stuck still
with my feet on the edge of the bath
and a frown caught in the back of my throat.