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Sunday, July 22, 2012
Inside I feel I could have been a dancer, or maybe sometimes I have been. I have had that kind of letting go, and I remember.
Sunday, July 15, 2012
Saturday, June 23, 2012
Fumbling Until
Friday, January 6, 2012
sunset on skis
I can share it with you perhaps because your not listening won't be felt and you cannot interrupt me or look bored in any way that I can see, this my first sunset on the ski lift, the hopping off and effortlessly powerful gliding down before unstopped copper hills the departing light snaked up swirling peach melba colors through hugging grey clouds, misty rays stretching reaching shooting out the top and us quietly gliding by.
The beauty, I want the beauty but to share;heartstopping things, blissful things that stay for life, things that stay inside and come up again to make you smile in the unsuspecting moments. They just are not as good kept to oneself.
Beautiful things, the glee that quivers your legs with the need to jump and bulges your throat with a shout, the songs that open new ideas and demand reminiscence, the hopes that come and the dreams we need, the aspirations and inspirations we pass along and along to one another- these things were made to share.
These things come to us for being given on again.
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
TKO
Lying in bed stirring from a late afternoon nap with two dogs posed like a double exposure I thought again of your staccato breathing hugging me goodbye this weekend and had to roll over to absorb the memory that knocked the breath from me- sensory loaded images of growling, biting, howling bodies. I think when we came together we held the power to break the world apart.
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