open from the seams
by this twisted
scattering of mental elastics
she uses to weave all the second-guessing questions
that vine and root
into her everyday
and exhaustively searching for
that concept of contentment known as
the knowledge that the here and now
not the impossibly perfectionist standards
imposed by those deceptive strings
is more than ok

when gravity comes calling
what keeps one from the inevitable
the misshaping force field
that pulls one towards earth
what provides an invisible pillowy parachute
that stalls the fall
and allows an absorbing moment
to hover
offering enough support
to reflect in recline
and float
in this temperate limbo
where one learns to gracefully
surrender to the slow decline

found in contrasting light. through learning loving and sharing. her silly serious self. she flourishes. sharing the most harrowing moments over lemon ginger tea. loving so far that this heart and her hugs span multiple continents. and learning that no matter her age she can still ball up and fit in a hamper. playfully discovering. the ever changing character of she.

confusion against cumulus forms. confine. entangled in delusion. these layers of thinly veiled critiques. that constrict. bind. warp and weave a web of growing weight. that’s sewn into every moment. and covering the truth in unrealistic aspirations. this deceptively strong silk. i hope it can fray. in billowing winds of renewed determination. unravel. and find peace with what is revealed beneath.

(Photo credit: @dreamsonstrike)

when did october arrive. each descending leaf a fallen marker of time’s slippage. cascading their chilly change down upon the unprepared. autumn. burnt umbers fiercely signify fall days. sheepish yellows delicately dance in cooler breezes. and fading greens cave to autumn’s call. they all attempt to mask their shivers in brilliant camouflage. while i cling to the end of brighter days.


swing starts tend to be the hardest part on this emotional arch. slow kicks. turn into running curves. into striding strokes. until a rhythm forms. extending. the bottom lasts but a brief moment. pendulate. before momentum swings us through. and exposes higher heights. where peeking vistas fleetingly come into view. floating. in that perfect peak. atop the ever swinging moody arch.

found in a decaying wood. a fragile flowering fern. with outstanding foliage. whose rare redness isolates her from the forest. a perennial. secluded in arboreous shelter. overshadowed by the crowded canopy. engulfed. but continues colorful emissions. a persistent breed. that in spite of her bristly circumstance. she remains. tucked away. finding respite in empty hollows. and anticipating the next creative bloom.

only the courageous dare. to rebelliously defy the expectations of others. dodge shift and twist reality to their own. reshape what is and what can be. while daring to dream of the impossible. whimsical. manifesters who creatively play with the notion what’s next. and spin in dawning light. for in sunny side beams. on unexpectedly good days. their visions are born.