Here’s to the day you said

you could be what she wanted

be fierce enough

closing fear in its locket

lent against old tree bark

when you whispered in her unpierced ear

the words she had been waiting so long to hear

I’m sorry I made you wait

it wasn’t a lack of anything

here I am with my hands full

of every emotion with your name

etched sideways, longways in silver script

you were always the reason for everything

I just didn’t have the language to explain myself

why I lived beneath the earth so long

why I’m a salvaged creature who only

comes out with the moon shine

why I can take you in my arms fiercely and possess

the very air with passion

but I cannot seem to climb out of my own tomb

gather my wits about me long enough

to craft that thing you needed most of all

courage or bravery

a rule book for living in the world

that essential passport to success

I was just a girl with leaves in her hair

who loved you with every inch of her hidden self

I just didn’t know how to be

in this country with these double stitched expectations

gathering like unspun wool about me

it is not a reflection of my truth

to fail you

Here’s to the day you said

you could be what she wanted you to be

by leaving

now she can find someone who can give her

the color of the sea found in her eyes

if you lay your hands on her shoulders

if I imagine her warm beneath you

I may finally roar from under the earth with envy

and have what it takes

to lift another up and be human

everyone else knows how

to get by

I try but I find myself

caught by the colors reflecting from the sky

halting my tracks

turning me back to the woods

and the smudge of things

that were

0 Replies to “Rule book for living in the world”

  1. I think… if we’re more than willing to believe in ourselves, we’ll find that we are all that we need to be for everything that we need in the realm of love.

    I love what you did here:

    “why I can take you in my arms fiercely and possess

    the very air with passion

    but I cannot seem to climb out of my own tomb

    gather my wits about me long enough

    to craft that thing you needed most of all

    courage or bravery

    a rule book for living in the world

    that essential passport to success

    I was just a girl with leaves in her hair

    who loved you with every inch of her hidden self”

    The above lines are so poignant and telling, I just had to read them more than once.

    1. Thank you so much dearest Tre. I agree with you. I’m not someone who can say she does that but I do believe if we can or when we can then that’s all we need. So true.

  2. I love your rule book, and I could your every line, however I’ll leave you my words, as a tribute to you.
    “My empty hands are full
    Of memories and rhymes”

      1. I’m always here and there. If it stops showing up, it’s because I turn it off for a bit to read a book or two – or play at other things. I’m doing well, Sister. How about you?

        1. Well that is as good a reason as any. I’m glad you read as so many seem to have forgotten how. I read an incredible book you would like by Kirsten Hannah called The Great Alone. You gotta read it. I’m glad you are doing well lovely lady. I’m feeling much better overall so I’m doing good too! 🙂 (phew!)

          1. Ohhhhh, thanks! I’ll add it to my list. I can’t imagine not having the joy of reading be a big part of my life.

            I’m so glad you are doing better, babe. I truly am.

        1. Ah you’re funny you don’t need to strive as you’re at the same level ! I mean I don’t really see writing on levels but totally know what you mean but I think you underappreciate your own talent and ability if you think you are not every bit as good as those you admire.

          1. I read things and think ‘damn I could never write that’ but then someone may read my work and think the same. As long as you are you then you are a poet with a great deal of talent and beauty in her words – never forget that others genuinely believe this of your work even when you may not xo

  3. To be so filled with, intoxicated by, love and desire, but feeling aphasic when attempting to speak it, show it, act it out, a stutterer on stage in the spotlight, shrinking, such is the pain sung of here.

      1. I hear the gratitude, and that is lovely, but I do it mostly because it is a joy when there is so much going on in the world that is not. You all help me heal from the slings and arrows of the news.

  4. You have really portrayed that sense of wanting to do more for another very well. I particularly like the lines
    “closing fear in its locket
    lent against old tree bark
    when you whispered in her unpierced ear
    the words she had been waiting so long to hear”
    I really feel that this is the embodiment of your poem and a prelude to what is to come. Lovely writing!

  5. I was just a girl with leaves in her hair
    who loved you with every inch of her hidden self

    O…M….G….. Love. ❤

  6. Again, WOW!… It would seem that your poetic juices are flowing again, another powerful prose here, beautifully written.
    ps- I wrote you today

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