like smoke, of blue and green
like the smoky light that passes by
inside me
my stomach, on edge
my senses, fluttering
as i hang thoughts
of us
on the baffling air
that defines our devotion
the time approaches
as we’ve planned
…and then i hear a voice inside speaking softly
but i’m not perfect enough yet. not today. one more day.
yet waiting, unfathomable
but, i know you
and all the reasons
as lessons
for them
for you
for me
so that in the end i
could have you
and still, i can’t help but get tangled up in the world of wondering why you aren’t here right now.
© r.e.l. 4/14/13
image source: mary mary
…what if
You love the fire. You are it, moving quickly, emulating its spark. Your miles to go in your mind, before calmed, drive you. Transfixed on you I am.
Be you, be the you I have known. Smile at me until I melt into something else. You are beyond getting my attention. You make me know why I’m alive.
And now I’m on fire because when I first saw you, recently and not, I fell in love with you. All I knew from before, relived in a moment, rejoined with all that we created then, to be continued later. You smiled when you knew I loved you then. You knew. You know now.
© r.e.l. 3/25/13
Featured on Feminine Intent on Redbubble
be you
i want you to
stay
a secret
because i entered
a story, immersed
now full of words
and moments
having just opened my eyes
as if waking from a dream
stay undisclosed, clandestine
a mystery
a given
be coded, be hidden
be you
© r.e.l. 3/2/13
Featured in Redbubble’s “Feminine Intent” group.
what are you?
what is a heart, i ask
is it you? do you hear me?
flowing blood
protecting love
building walls
melting eyes
always beating . . . beating . . .
you carry lifetimes
of veins
of cells
and secrets of who we are
© r.e.l. 7/9/12
image of my soy latte by simeon schatz photography
time stopped thru raindrops
when time stops
through raindrops
i’ll know you are
here
with me
touching me
with your unknown
as silence will be shattered with speech, in small droplets
as it is, as it will be, as it always has been…
© r.e.l. 6/19/12
image by simeon schatz
a single embrace
sometimes even
a
single
embrace
a touch
can help you build anew
…although vulnerable
as pieces inside of you
are ebbing, are fading,
you learn how to be alive
resilient, supple
and tiptoe forward
soles to the earth
step by step
to prize your beautiful
life
© r.e.l. 6/10/12
[also posted on redbubble]
to be protected
darkened sun speaking … through what hides … deep in its cocoon
but to risk your heart opening, oh simple soul, will change your life
hold the belief of you … to be protected .. to be loved
© r.e.l. 6/3/12
image by simeon schatz
posted for Poetry Picnic 6/3-6/10/12 on Jingle Poetry
layers exude
your layers
exude
your form, solidified
a story of strength
untold
awaits
the test of time…
rolling
seeking
its mastery
within
as its mystery
hardens…
softens…
then floats
you carved me, you know
valleys breathing now
thank you
stay with me, you say
i can feel you breathe
© r.e.l. 6/1/12
image by s i m s h a
posted for Poetry Picnic 6/3-6/10/12 on Jingle Poetry
covered in moss
write with me
… as if i’m writing you
… as if i hear only your voice
your substance, your curves, your nuances, your eyes
as if for the first time
seeing me, perhaps
as a tiny particle of life in the ripple of a pond
it’s true, i remember the stars
when we first met
did you know that the cobble stones
on our path
each covered in moss
growing
alive
know that to provide direction
to you
is to cheat you of your trail of treasures in life?
… with your warm beaming clouds
listen to them
(. . .)
i do
© r.e.l. 5/27/12
Posted for Thursdays Poet Rally 6/6-6/13/12 on Hyde Park Poetry
it. all. matters.
it all matters
my fragile soul broken, speaks
to me
hiding once…
don’t you realize that
we are already healed?
delicate you are, beautiful moment
elapsing yet not
your possibility never forgotten
saved in my heart, as you…
the flower that i pass
knows how to live
as time stops
in its waltz
it tells me–hide with me
in my competence
that needs no prestige
only being,
only tenderness
© r.e.l. 4/13/12
Posted for Poetry Picnic 4/15-4/22/12 on Gooseberry Garden
atoms
we are two atoms who have collided and will never be the same again having touched.
© r.e.l. 4/9/12
image of san francisco bay area fog in marin
as if i’ll know
hear me
as if you feel
who i am…
as if you’re about
to melt
but don’t know how
as if you are the only person
who i’m speaking
to now
as if these words
mean something
maybe the world
to you
as if i’ll know
your heart is
beating faster
as if
your wish
just came true
© r.e.l. 1/7/12
image by s i m s h a
Posted for Thursday Poet’s Rally 1/12-/18/12 on Promising Poet’s Parking Lot
Recited live for Jonathan Montaldo poetry event at CIIS 2/28/12
forgetting
what is it
to forget?
a distant dream
gone by
known by only
a whisp
an ache that pulls
its way back
keeps trying
but cannot stick
or is it
a wish to
know nothing
feel nothing
be nothing
so that the pressure
to be more
absolves
even though
it forgets
it remembers still
i remember
© r.e.l. 1/3/12
Posted for Poetry Picnic 1/8-1/14/12 on Gooseberry Garden
and then…
and then
it’s you, as you pass by…
in your hair
i’m not sure
but i think i see
an object of you
reflecting
burning your light
in the water…
© r.e.l. 12/27/11
image by simeon schatz
posted for Thursday Poet Rally 12/28/11-1/4/12 on The Poetry Palace
an idea
unveiled…
your eyes are the windows
to a lifetime
of wisdom
within
practicing…
you hear
what’s written on your face
arriving as you are
the flame in the fire
has an idea
what i’m thinking
r.e.l. 12/12/11
image by simeon schatz
Posted for Thursday Poet Rally 12/15-12/21/11 on The Poetry Palace
Received the Perfect Poet Award. Thank you, poet community! I accept… For next week I nominate Big Ape Diary 
-robin
of all that whispers
swirls of life
judgments
and tears
we move past it…
as our hearts dig deep
to the soul
of all that whispers,
we know
without question
that which tells a story
in the spaces of us
and that which lives
forever in a moment
© r.e.l. 11/24/11
image by simeon schatz
Posted for Poetry Picnic 11/27-12/3/11 on Goosberry Garden
imagining flames
teach me
the way you move
through silent instincts
i remember your words
waves moving
through me
to the space
that only imagination
and bodies feel
then minds are still
© r.e.l. 11/16/11
Posted for Thursday Poets Rally 11/17-11/23/11 on the Promising Poets Cafe
thank you, you knew
with a whisper
you share so much
i know you knew…
the swirl of your thoughts
your eyes
looking into
the day i knew
but once forgot
thank you for never stopping
our moment
that you knew
i felt.
© r.e.l. 11/9/11
image by simeon schatz
Posted for Poetry Picnic 11/13-11/19/11 on Gooseberry Garden
together with me
together
in me,
deep
moving imagination
that you are,
call me
to a place
that works
in solitude
living
lightly,
accept me
never forgetting
that i
live in a circle
that repasses
that which
occurred
yet sees
its tunnel
to shine
© r.e.l. 11/1/11
image by simeon’s clay art
Posted for Thursday Poet’s Rally 11/3-11/9/11 on the Poetry Palace
yet
sometimes…
it’s all just a part
of a winding path
on a daydream
as your smile,
the river to your sun,
inside its own skin
has no idea
and floats away from seeing
just waiting
for its time
to feel what it can’t
see
…yet
© r.e.l. 10/8/11
Posted for Poetry Picnic 10/9-10/15/11 on Gooseberry Garden
between spaces of time, misty
between spaces of time, misty
you start to believe
that you always have time
like a river
a precious you
is waiting to notice
in this moment
saved for you
see through
what follows you home
to be your pillow…
a winding path
on a daydream
leads to your smile
it’s already for you
to hear,
so listen to its whisper
you are beautiful
© r.e.l. 9/22/11
image of yoga robin™
by s i m s h a
Posted for Thursday Poets Rally 9/21-9/27/11 on Poetry Palace
spaces between
in the spaces
between
where i start and you end…
i need you
© r.e.l. 9/21/11
image ‘treekiss’ by s i m s h a
Posted for Poetry Picnic 9/25-10/1/11 on Gooseberry Garden
a daydream
it’s only a daydream…
if you only can see
that
you would know
the key
to what you thought
you knew
…but weren’t sure
until now
© r.e.l. 9/8/11
image by s i m s h a
Posted on Poetry Picnic 9/11-9/18/11 on Gooseberry Garden
through a mystery
what do you think of
when you fall, slowly through a mystery
looking through
the eyes
of me?
© r.e.l. 8/20/11
image by s i m s h a
Posted for Poetry Picnic 8/21-8/27/11 on Gooseberry Garden
