disappoints, not
it’s why i’m a writer
because life is in balance
a seesaw, tipping
i see life through a lens
that looks for what’s interspersed
as opposites
each sting
has a petal
i can hear what you see
when i am grateful
to be alive
behind the eyes of a thinker
who disappoints, not
because there is a balance
always
and the thought of a dream
behind a barrier
cannot exist unless
you see it
© r.e.l. 10/31/12
Posted for 10/30/12-11/5/12 on Jingle Poetry
why
why
you know
is because it
is your way to find
me where i am… where
the edge meets the whisper
that washes away the sands of
surrender, to touch me with patience
© r.e.l. 5/30/11
image of me by simsha
posted on Poetry Potluck 5/29-6/4/11 on Jingle Poetry
it was already yours
will you catch me
if i fall?
i am jaded by my past that haunts me
the wild are free
and unpredictable
and contagious
and luring
yes…
i always love their mirrors
that show me
myself
it was already yours…
© r.e.l. 2/18/11
image by NINA-L
posted for Poetry Potluck week 23 (2/20-2/27/11)
posted for Poetry Picnic 10/16-10/22/11 on Gooseberry Garden
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
tell me yours
a story to tell
…tell me yours
……you wonder though when to surrender
………i see you hide behind
…………the way you are
……………just around the bend, you whisper
………………i’ll fly to you
© r.e.l. 1/19/11
Image “. . .” by mimi yoon
Posted for Poetry Potluck week 19 (rules, regulations, laws) on Jingle Poetry
he wants
he barely scratches the surface when he knows
that he wants her
to take something from him
just what… is elusive
but does it matter to you?
take the last bit
maybe more
it is the least i can offer
to you
for, in this moment
this unique instant…
my heart beats against the wind
© r.e.l. 12/24/10
inspired by D. H. Lawrence
**this post is for Poetry Potluck Week 16 on Jingle Poetry
Featured in Love Bytes on redbubble
Received The Most Creative Blogger Award from Jingle Poetry
a broken heart
a smile can speak a thousand words
but it cannot calm a broken heart.
how do you talk to a heart
and tell it to live in the moment
to tell it it’s been broken for a reason?
it has no reasoning
only feeling…
how, after convincing it to open wide
to give itself to another
again going to a vulnerable place
this time because it’s safe
because the other expresses heart and soul,
how do you convince a heart
that its message is received, appreciated with love
but that demons have eaten it
because it was perfect exactly as it was?
how do you tell a heart that it’s ok
to stay open and surrender
when it can think of nothing else
but the last time you told it this
answering its prayers?
how do you tell it that
its karma was shared with another
so you did it no harm
trust me this time and surrender
sent to me from the stars
just your heart in exchange for mine
your soul for mine
to be a colony in which to become each other?
a heart is a star
but it can’t shine when it’s broken
broken because love brings up its brokenness
surrender…
because it’s unknown how long it will take
to heal, if ever.
yet all a heart asks is
why do you walk away from something beautiful?
it does what you say though
and surrenders again…
feeling itself in everything
for guidance
but still it all tells it the same,
that the heart it opened for
is still open
just hidden underneath
and that it should hang on.
© r.e.l. 2/9/08
featured on Love Bytes on redbubble
featured on Poetic License Series in may 2011
posted for Poetry Potluck 5/1-5/7/11 doubts, fear, inhibition, hesitation on Jingle Poetry
posted for Poetry Picnic 10/16-10/22/11 on Gooseberry Garden
submitted to Knuckle Sandwich Publishing
mountains or pebbles
Nobody trips over mountains. It is the small pebble that causes you to stumble.
Why give the pebble such power over you. Do what you have to do to simply get past it so that you open the door to the next dream in your heart.
Pass all the pebbles in your path and you will find you have crossed the mountain.
It is as simple as you let it be. Trust that the unknown can guide you, if in it, you feel awe or fear of knowing the happiness you withhold from yourself.
Even in darkness you can find the pebbles that haunt you. Pick them up with your small hands and toss them aside, or transform them into something precious by thanking them for their lessons. Their lessons are your gifts.
Surrender to the dream you were meant to be.
[inspired by an unknown author]
© r.e.l. 10/16/10
when i sleep
when i sleep
on the pillow
where our heads once laid
i know
you feel my hand
on your chest.
surrender to this moment
and feel it
in the time
when it is
your eyes that close
in our dream
come true.
© r.e.l. 4/29/10
photo by King Barbarossa @ deviantart
