sanddollarpoems:

How I wish I could hold

Firm within the sway

Ever altruistic

Yet steadfast along the way

As the great trees rooted

Moved by the wind and rain

Battered by the storms

Yet upright against the fray

How I long for freedom

To wander and explore

Unrestricted and bold

Embracing the unknown’s lore

Like the birds in the sky

Soaring with boundless grace

Challenging every limit

In this vast cosmic space

**A counter to Ann @sanddollarpoems…because I love her and her words. This she knows.**

the-hollow-quiet:

takingstockofwhatmattersmost:

silently. ever so gradually, beyond the rhythmic beats
of the timepiece
clinging to our burden…albatross

he
a fragmented deformity begging
upon recollections
transforming tomorrow into yesterday

i am morphing into that ghost sluggishly
within your wardrobe
etches and incisions defacing the once flawless
frightening his skeletal core

absent

temporal existence defies comprehension
it refuses to pause

yet for me

….it appears

please, emerge, body and soul

leave the ghost for now, he doesn’t need

your warm skin the way I do

let the ghost crumble, let him

corpse himself into his grave

and stay, in the sweet fields

of life—it is not time.

let me grip onto

your withered hands

let me pull you from

that angering precipice

I refuse to let you go

though my hands are slipping

my arms failing I am clinging

your eyes hollow

but I cannot let that be

I ask with a look that breaks

your ghost’s clutch, as he cannot match

the pleading intensity of me

he falls, death himself killed today.

he will return…

but that is a battle for another day.

—The Hollow Quiet

Nice…the tables have turned on me. What a stunning Hijack! Love this…and thank you!

serandori:

Marginalia

Fog has not cleared

neither have cobwebs
nor settled dust.

It’s thick.

It can make you choke
if stirred.

Do not stir. Do not
wake. Stay still.

Lay there. It’s only
three forty three here.

Every corner has a shadow.

Shadows are made
for something.

Slip in. Slide out. Slither back in.
Disappear.

It’s only real if you make it
real. I know you

know.

You, and you
alone.

Passions burn deep,

like embers in the night,
awakening dormant desires.

Intense.

They can consume
with their fiery touch.

Ignite, arouse. Be still.
Embrace the silence.

In this morning hour,
time suspended at three forty-three,

where dreams and reality merge.

Every touch cast a shadow,
yearning for exploration.

Darkness beckons,
beckons for more.

Dream, surrender, lose yourself,
vanish into the abyss.

For it only exists
if you dare to feel it.

You understand,
understand it all.

You, and only you.

**A follow on to @serandori’s beautiful piece…**

(via serandori)

Just Spitballin’

jayarrarr:

Think this longer route has fewer turns
but I have more'n a snowball’s chance
in hell. It’s not an expectation if
you know it’s coming. And I know
it’s coming. Patience

builds bones. Think you could
be my storm shelter and we both
rode out worse than this. Put
a number on it. Make it concrete
to withstand

the heat we create. How we relate
in layers. Think this might be
not nothing. Maybe start stacking
the splinters we share. Shape
up like something

something a little like home where
sweat muses off screams and twilight’s
too soon and you taste like trouble. Think
you would like this one. Come
here, I said, breathe

with me for just once. Every inhale
makes us bigger on the inside. Follow
my logic. How you meander
through the margins of my day like
always. Think

we’re gonna take the long way
round. End up where
we are.

©2023 by Jennifer R.R. Mueller

Feel the curves of this winding path,
where hope flickers like a flame
against the odds. I don’t expect
anything less; I anticipate it all.
Patience

nurtures. Imagine yourself my haven in the storm,
where we weathered the tempest
and emerged more…woven.
Quantify our connection, make it solid

enough to withstand. The passion we ignite,
the way we interlace in intricate layers, signifies something
more than mere emptiness.
Let’s gather the fragments we share,
crafting something

substantial. Something resembling a place we can call
a semblance of home, where perspiration dances
to the rhythm of our whispers, and twilight
arrives too swiftly, and you, you taste of adventure.
I believe you’d relish this journey. Come,
I beckon, let’s synchronize

our breaths. Each inhalation expands our inner universe,
expanding our presence within.
Follow my reasoning as you wander,
gracefully traversing the edges of my day,
as always. Envision,

we’ll take the scenic route,
and ultimately arrive
right where we belong.

**It’s Jenn…‘Nuff Said**

(via cravingwitandwisdom)