It's Thursday...and Thursday means Poetry

Click here to visit the traveling poetry show...the theme is utopia and although i didn't write anything for the theme i did write a little something...

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You sit on the steps of the back porch staring across the nothingness
that fills the space between you and the distant horizon.  In your head
you toss around all your faults, all your wrong doings, all the pain you
know you've caused, all the lies you know you've told.  I know your
thoughts because I know your eyes--brown, forgiving, distrusting,
hungry, lost, on the verge of some kind of holy freedom.  I would give
the world to love you but your eyes won't let me in.  I hold in my own
scarred hands so much I want to show you but your eyes always pull
within.  I would string a hundred words together and tie them around
your wrists if I thought they would help you see, would help you find
your way home, but your eyes never break from the invisible promise
you keep expecting to walk out of that broken place between the
earth and sky.  One day, when I've traveled as far as the roads of
this life will go and I finally reach the horizon that haunts your soul,
I will step from that broken place you've come to depend upon, dragging
my skirt of poems like the wild eyed creature I know we both long to
hold, letting each word brush against the hot earth and stir the dirt
behind me as I go and when you squint your eyes and catch a glimpse
of my silhouette coming like a storm, know I am bringing to you every
promise I have collected along the way, know they're held tightly
against my chest, know they hold no magic but the magic you breathe
into their lifeless forms and also know I am coming to read aloud
every story you hold inside until they've all been told and witnessed
by the stars, until we find the ending you've locked tightly in the
gentle darkness of your brown eyes.

Comments

[Frida]

I have to tell you how special I feel that I was the first person to comment on a post which hit me right in the heart and which turns out to be a post which you feels speaks of a precious part of you.

xx

[colorsonmymind]

Oh love......sometimes I feel like a broken record. Can you PLEASE write a book of your poems. Sounds weird but you know what I mean right?

This is a real winner man-holy shit girl you can write.

[luzie]

i love this poem, and i love how your words create vivid, emotional scenes in my imagination. i find reading your poetry is incredibly moving and thought-provoking, so much so that very often i have to just sit and think about it for a while. you're such a talented writer, it blows my mind.

[gkgirl]

ahhhhh...
the skirt of poems,
stringing a hundred words together...
this is fragile
and says so much...

[jenica]

see michelle, i agree with melba. i love your poetry, it sinks into my heart each and every time... but i don't know what to say to you about it. they are intimate words that you've put out there, and i wouldn't want to ruin them with a trite comment, or an un-understanding comment.

[Georgia]

I have been back several times to read this since you first posted it. Each time it leaves me breathless. These are powerful words.

Thank you for sharing your words.

[Melba]

I sometimes don't comment on other people's poetry because I find it so intimate. and sometimes I try too hard to unravel the secrets that are laid bare.
Art is fickle.
There is beauty in every self expression.

[Daphne]

Really beautiful... I read this the first time, but I have yet to get into the commenting mode... I've been reading your blog for over a year and I love every post. I hear your struggles and the deeper struggle within. I admire your courage to blog openly about these struggles, and I try do the same (with occasional success). Love the poems, so much.

[colorsonmymind]

lovely darling-truly breathtaking.

Missed you monday-will be calling you tonight
XOXO

[ceanandjen]

Oh my...I am with Frida...big BOOM and then silence as your words and the images they cultivate wash through me. And as I read this beauty, I thought the same thing...M needs to publish...M needs to publish, because your poems are amazingly touching and beautiful...indescribable really.

Thank you again for the beautiful gift of your talent.

xoxo

[Nesting Momma]

your blog is just amazing! Thanks for shating your gift! I came over from Slurping Life..Have a beautiful Sunday!

[Eva]

I came here via Melody Slurping Life, and I echo her sentiments! beautiful and full of spirit!

[melody is slurping life]

Hi. I've been browsing your blog. I love everything I see and read...it's beautiful...full of heart and talent.

[Tumblewords]

Lovely, rewarding, revelatory. I'll read more...

[Marilyn]

BEAUTIFUL, Michelle. Truly. (Especially love the "skirt of poems.")

[daisies]

oh yes .. i agree with frida, i would completely buy a book of your poems.

blurb is amazing ~ i own a book of photography from valerie (www.yourwaitress.com) and it is so beautiful. i'm working on a mixture of photographs and poems and its so fun. i can't wait to see how it turns out :)

i hope you are working towards something ~ i would love to own a book of your beautiful poetry which always moves me so much .. xox

[Frida]

Boom.

Wow, there you go again. Your poems hit me right in the solar plexus. Plonk me down and then, as I read them again, softly ease me back into breathing.

In my humble opinion these poems need to be published.

Seriously, online publishing is fabulous - magical and has it's own vitality, interaction and reach that paper publishing can never achieve. But I want to sit with these poems on paper, in my hands. To pick them up and put them in my handbag for hard journeys.

Are you working towards that?