#33 healing poetry; dust-mote demons

In the hazy summer light,I fight, I fightGentle demons that onceVisited me at nightNow, they hitch rideson dust motesand oh – what a sightwhat a sightdemons turn toangels – mid-flight.I fight, I fighttheir handsclutching atmy heart.Tearing apartFrom the dark –I start, I startTo sing a lullabyI knew long agoNow the flowersBegin to sway Their petalsAreContinue reading “#33 healing poetry; dust-mote demons”

Sea & Coffee

Dusky stars eat clouds leftover fromsunrise. I’ve been waiting for the sunset,to see how the sea sets,as the rise of the tide,reminds me of the breathI can never seem to catch. I feel my pores breathe in,and my tongue imaginesthat I taste of salt and coffee. I wonder if I taste like thesea and coffee.Continue reading “Sea & Coffee”

#3 healing poetry; the magic of us

You wait in the blue-pen, red-pen scribbled margins of wasted breath,aching backs and crinkled necks.You wonder if they can see you yet. You keep your soul locked up tight,waiting for the luminous night,to let you know it’s alright. You always felt safer, there. You need to know it’s alright,To walk where they haven’t, to sayContinue reading “#3 healing poetry; the magic of us”