not merely a nebulous
when do you feel like offering
your flower?
sporadically, on a silent moonbeam?
or do you hold a grudge
that makes me want to
tempt you
to change…
to be heroic…
i want to throw you the rope
that will guide you to your
clogged and tender words, unspoken
you are not merely a nebulous, a hazy unknown
you are you
so, speak
don’t lay dormant crying unheard
the truth is that we do care.
reach for it anyway
© r.e.l. 12/21/12
dear time
dear time,
as epic as you are
you tick your way
through my ways of being
… yet not
i have a secret though
preferring the mist, the unknown
(that remains still
that remains silent)
i always find a way
to ignore you
© r.e.l. 5/13/12
image by simeon schatz
Posted on Poetry Picnic 5/20-5/27/12
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
speak to me
speak to me, greatness
through your door
of mirrors
and mist
© r.e.l. 6/23/11
image by simeon schatz photography
Posted for Poetry Potluck 6/26-7/2/11 on Jingle Poetry
a deeper order
create me like i created you
in the space
which lies deeper than you know
it is where, you see,
i first found
the concept of your
decision
to think outside your unexpected life
and roar instead
impactful.
i sighed
© r.e.l. 5/18/11
Posted on Thursday Poet’s Rally 5/19-5/25/11 on Promising Poets
… thank you, Promising Poets, for the Celebrate Poet of Summer Award!
… thank you, Promising Poets, for the Perfect Poet award! I cherish this community of poets and am honored… For next week, I nominate deadpoet88. -robin
its vapors
as the mist, its vapors
turns my air
to its breath
i can feel that i knew you
once
before i knew…
you burned me
with your fire
inside:
i have always known you
and even when i did know
i didn’t know yet
yet i knew too…
that all along
you were building a mystery
that had dissolved into me
© r.e.l. 4/20/11
image of me at marin headlands by simsha
**featured in Touched By Fire on redbubble
posted for The Thursday Post 21.4.11 on Ethereal Heights
posted for Poetry Potluck 4/24-4/30/11 on Jingle Poetry
ghost
can i face you, ghost
and know everything
that what isn’t said
could be
but is masked instead in a mist…
its chosen way
lose yourself
in me
when you feel you see me
but don’t
a side of me, you follow
gone like mist, maybe sleeping
eyes lost
given
proudly to you
and for you
© r.e.l. 3/15/11
this poem inspired uncleblack to compose a song ‘ghost’ using these lyrics… posted on bandcamp (the katie winter).
thank you! 
posted for Poetry Potluck 3/27-4/2 on Jingle Poetry
featured in Feminine Intent on redbubble
i believe you, your innuendo
you sparkle
with your gift
i slept next to you
last night
you are my wish, you know
and you are mine
where are you now
in this moment
stepping lightly
through misty time
with a fire not forgotten?
you say, don’t rush it
but stay on the edge:
your whisper…
to you i respond, i believe you
my secret:
your innuendo...
it’s time
to open the door
if ever so slightly
to me
i am here
and i knew you
before
i knew you were coming
© r.e.l. 1/28/11
image ‘Through My Window’ by Ron Moss
posted for Poetry Potluck week 20: Peace, Relaxation, Spirituality on Jingle Poetry
are you a dream come true?
are you a dream come true
like the ageless mist
with its hue?
you are the wind that keeps me moving
the force that guides me to know…
that it will all be ok
no matter what.
close your eyes now
remember the time when
i last whispered in your ear
and held you tight.
remember me that way.
that way, only.
it is how i remember you.
© r.e.l. 1/21/11
Image of ‘her place’ by melanie crawford
Posted for Poetry Potluck week 19 (rules, regulations, laws) on Jingle Poetry
disoriented patience
do you know where you are going?
now or later
doesn’t matter
because it is the time in between that matters
the disoriented moments
contemplative you are
where you are alone
now, today, tomorrow
or some day
remembering what you thought would come to you in this moment
but doesn’t
where you open your eyes
and see only cloudiness
b e p a t i e n t… for clarity
they are the best
misty moments
you’ve ever seen
© r.e.l. 1/17/11
Image ‘[d i s o r i e n t e d o b j e c t i v i t y]‘by Irina și Silviu Szekely
Posted for Poetry Potluck week 19 (rules, regulations, laws) on Jingle Poetry
timeless
words
the mystery they speak
bridging
one heart to another
timelessly
growing with age
creating a touch
that floats to you
in a mist
reaching the same space
touching you
there, on the edge
where you lie
© r.e.l. 12/26/10
**this post is for Poetry Potluck Week 17 Journey and The Road Ahead (1/9/11-1/15/11) on Jingle Poetry
until i wake
you haunt me
surreal are
the images of you
in the mist
where time does not exist
you are a secret
which lies beneath the reason
i’m scared to tell
i am me now and everything in between
not the you i once was
still, i ask you
stay with me until i wake
© r.e.l. 12/15/10
photo ‘Autumn Walnut’ by cricketw
**this post is for Poetry Potluck Week 16 on Jingle Poetry
what i said is not what i mean
“I know you think you understand what I said, but what you don’t understand is what I said is not what I mean.”
At the same
moment, I also saw this picture online, captured under the category of bridges over troubled water.
For some reason I feel the two have relation in what I’m trying to say to myself in this moment.
This bridge encapsulates a journey into the unknown somehow. To walk out onto this bridge into the fog along a treacherous cliff along old cobblestone seems precarious to say the least.
Yet, it draws me in. If I were faced with this bridge in this moment, I would surely put one step in front of the other and venture out onto it.
It metaphorically speaks to the wish to know more about the unknown, what I actually feel, and what loved ones actually mean behind their words. We can find it difficult to put our thoughts together into words sometimes. It is in this difficulty that our unsure words simply open up more questions and more uncertainty, as if the attempt to communicate with another takes the lid off of their secret bottle where they live.
It is true within our own selves as well. In a strange way I feel that the way to find out the true meaning of what I am trying to say right now to myself can best be found by walking across this bridge in the mist. If I sit out on that point, I think I will find the answer.
© r.e.l. 6/25/10
follow the mist
I am ever-chan
ging. In this moment I seem to be in the middle of a silent breath between states.
I appreciate many forms of life: people, viewpoints, spirituality, yoga, words. I notice that it is common for people to tag a style of being in the world, which then closes them off to other inspirations that could come spontaneously, from afar, from within, or sometimes right in front of their own face.
There is a misty quality to knowing you are on the right path, regardless of the unknown.
I follow the mist……..
There are as many ways to grow and evolve as to be uncountable. We all have our own way, and to follow another’s way is to not fully engage with your own inner guidance. I am influenced by many modes of thought but always, in the end, I follow my own truth.
listen my love,
illumination is eternal.
now is always evolving.
as there are billions of stars,
there are billions of steps.
as there are billions of souls,
there are billions of ways to grow.
~Rumi~
In fact, my yoga practice has taught me this as well. With my many experiences with yoga styles and traditions, in the end I most enjoy the vinyasa flow style which allows me to organically lead myself to where I’m headed in that moment. This leads me to my own way of growing.
I listen to my body as I would music, as I move and unlock the secret messages hidden within the spaces of my being.
I am listening now. It whispers to me that the answer is to keep listening.
© r.e.l. 6/19/10
the meadow
you can go
to the meadow
whenever you want
i’m always there.
you can move together with me
feeling our breeze
sharing the same space
that created us
from one heart to another.
i can feel you touching my face now
as you float to me in a mist
reaching the same space
our mystery…
our meadow…
© r.e.l. 2/10/09
photo by Michele Kamenar
posted for Poetry Potluck 5/8-5/14/11 on Jingle Poetry
