like a dream you wander
through the side of you
that gathers shadows best
but it’s in the time
in between moments
that scratch at you
and die off as ashes,
your secret revealed
when i sleep
your path is you, you know
so follow it
© r.e.l. 5/27/11
image by simsha
Posted for Poetry Potluck 5/29-6/4/11 on Jingle Poetry
me… because i am your “me”
but also
the greater collective of “me”
who you could know
© r.e.l. 4/28/11
image “sprungrass”
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
you brought me up
from the shadows
a mystery of parts
crying
a voice heard only
by the ground
healing
through air,
now whole…
balanced on me
to float
in your way you
could see what others did not
within the cells behind parts
how?
© r.e.l. 3/11/11
posted on Poetry Potluck-3/13-3/19/11 for Jingle Poetry
on the mission to forever
my sun is yours
did you know it finds you
when your eyes are opened?
a seed, free to be…
floating with something
beautiful
the embers keep you alive
. . .
but i have a secret
listen
come up for air
i’m thankful that i know
what happens to seeds
who are loved
© r.e.l. 3/5/11
image “the sun”
posted for Jingle Poetry week 25
dear fine moment… my first few sips of coffee,
you change my life. you hold a memory of all other days, alive with transitions from dreamy to present.
as the fog clears, starry-eyed i begin to plan my day in a fine moment.
you witness me as my dreams come to mind, as i walk in the shadows of time becoming conscious.
and in the peace of my home before the storm, children sleeping, cats purring, sun rising, even though you don’t last long, you help me realize
that fine moments in life exist…
© r.e.l. 2/25/11
this is how it works
i see your insides
they speak to me
© r.e.l. 2/23/11
posted for Poetry Potluck week 24 (2/27-3/5/11)
you are a mystery and a mind who flies
among thoughts, reacting to time
in a body, yet not… memories
only a part of you because
you know there’s a space
between, that is silent
it will heal you if
you let it
speak
and know
you, before you do
for a reason unknown
but do it anyway because
it is your trip through life
we are more real every day
© r.e.l. 2/12/11
inspired by another soul
featured in Freedom to Shine on redbubble
posted for Poetry Potluck week 22 on Jingle Poetry
as soon as i think i know
then i remember
that i don’t…
you’re already there
don’t forget
who you are
i won’t turn anything on
or off
can i just be me?
can’t you try to keep your soul
and fill your heart
but not take mine?
you mean let the ground speak
through my feet?
you’re irresistible to me
in ways that i cannot tell
find a way
to show me
© r.e.l. 2/8/11
featured in Imaginative Skulls on redbubble
posted for Poetry Potluck week 22 on Jingle Poetry
featured in Love Bytes on redbubble
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
i believe you
in every word
there is a silence
and past reminding me
you who have answers… or do you call them reasons…
reasons with questions that ask me do you always speak to me in colors that keep their beauty? through tears in paper that beg to know me?
through words, half spoken, half written, half heard but always known…
like the pages of time
i ask myself now, who am i?
but you know better, so i flip through the pages
to find you, to find me, to find the other half of me..
© r.e.l. 1/12/11
Image of ‘Lost Goddess Diaries: The Truth BE Told’ by AmandaGWright
Featured in Speaking Out on redbubble
Posted for Poetry Potluck week 18 (1/16-1/22/11) Languages, Signs and Symbols on Jingle Poetry
Received The Sunshine Award from Jingle Poetry
maybe i’m scared too. i’m scared to know that i do feel what you say.
Jean-Baptiste Carpeaux of Valenciennes
i’m scared to know that inside me is a seed growing, unstoppable.
powerful enough to find you. that if i water the seed it will grow, that it is already growing, that you are my future, that if i look into your eyes i will be swallowed like pools. to drown.
but in a sweetness that i won’t want to forget.
i’m scared that inside i know my life will have to change, that i’m not who i’m meant to be now, but i will be with you.
i’m scared that the unknown knows more about us than i do.
so, i ask you now, don’t stop.
© r.e.l. 1/3/11
inspired by song ‘Inscape’ by Stateless
Featured in Imaginative Skulls on redbubble
Posted for Poetry Potluck week 5/1-5/7/11 doubts, fear, inhibition, hesitation on Jingle Poetry
Posted (partial) for Micropoetry 3/20/14
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
Do you often speak internally to another person as if you have direct access to each other’s thoughts? Are you fueled by the language that speaks to you inside your mind? Is this dialog a way for you to make things right simply within your mind with certain people?
It is easy to speak the secrets of your soul when you speak to yourself. First, your heart needs to be open so that you are able to feel the truth of what you really feel.
You have a story to tell. You can read it, listen to it, and live in it as you would your favorite book.
You have many channels to your heart. The trick is to find yours–the ones that undeniably open every time.
Find the universal presence, spirit or love that resonates most with you and feel it hold you like a warm blanket. Then speak to it. Let it tell you, as a mirror, what you have to say.
You might hear questions such as “Why are you mad at me?” , “What did I do wrong?” and “Why do you love me?”
If you visit your child self, you might find a version of you looking back as if she/he has known you all your life (it’s true), asking you if you ever pay attention to her/him? She/He might whisper a secret to you that you have never heard.
You are not crazy. You have a lot to say. Just listen with open ears. Be still and silent… and the messages are more clear.
Listen to what your internal dialogs tell you. You could discover the unknown you’ve been search for all your life inside you. It could change your life…
🙂
© r.e.l. 12/17/10
I move. I feel. My blood carries my life.
I am still. I look inside the calm waters… and here I find the truth of who I am.
Jeff Klein says it well in his article ‘Moving Again’: The quality of our life depends on how we move, and on how we embrace the stillness as an essential element in the cycle of movement..
When overwhelming energies arise, can’t I see that the water is only clear when I allow myself to move what reaches out, running evermore inside..? Whether difficulty or pure joy, I can push it away as if to be scared when it is too overpowering…
When whatever it is has moved through me to its end though, with an ‘ahhh‘ the sun comes out and shines on the tranquility, piercing it with clarity. 🙂
I imagine being immersed in a calm and clear patch of ocean, seeing clearly in all directions. Yet, looking above, I occasionally see waves above moving past. When I accept it, I can watch the intense moments transform to a gem that whispers the answer, just as the ocean wave becomes the calm ocean.
Even if I seem to be searching without knowing exactly what I am looking for, I can see that it is still there if I invite the intensity. It is trying to touch me with the truth….
We have known since Einstein that everything is energy — just alive in different forms. It is in the magic of my history that I can find the treasures, carved out of my bones, my heart, my dreams, my teardrops. To look at this beauty is to watch time stand still, to let go, and to become one with the mystery.
When the Japanese mend broken objects, they fill the cracks with gold. They believe that when something’s suffered damage and has a history it becomes more beautiful. ~Barbara Bloom
© r.e.l. 11/24/10
I read this just now on a random blog and it touched me so:
i need you to understand something.
i wrote this for you.
i wrote this for you and only you.
everyone else who reads it, doesn’t get it.
they may think they get it, but they don’t.
this is the sign you’ve been looking for.
you were meant to read these words.
~anonymous author of I Wrote This For You~
It’s amazing to me that something as anonymous and vague can be so touching. It speaks to my heart that writes to another, and sometimes goes unread. Even if the reason is more heartfelt than ever. How precious words are… that they can create the virtual person you love, that vanishes with a poof when reaching out to touch the imaginary ghost, which can leave you heartbroken. How vulnerable words can be too, to be left hanging.
With the cooler fall weather arriving and Halloween around the corner, I am reminded of masks. I’m not thinking of costumes though in this moment, but of the idea underneath. It is during these masquerade parties that we can play with the idea of hiding our identity and being another side of our psyche.
But, how many people actually hide behind a mask, although invisible, all the time? It can be a negative idea. Interestingly enough though, there is an art to living a balanced, healthy masquerade life.
What?
Some of us are an open book, while others gravitate toward being a mystery to others. I myself prefer to a be a mystery, taking it slow as the self unwinds.
Anticipation grows, as do deeper feelings, as attempts are made to solve the mystery. I find it painful (in an interesting and humorous way) to watch others project all of their own views on what they need me to be — filling in the gaps of the unknown — when not much is revealed. Is the human need to connect with a blank slate really real? Yes. In noticing this phenomena, along with the slowness I enjoy to relationship unfolding, I take much comfort in observing this.
For, they are the ones putting the mask on me, and not the other way around. I am invincible and perfect, or I am quite the opposite if they have some unconscious darkness to clear, whom they need to love with all of their hate and can only do it while looking into a fictitious mirror called Me.
Don’t get me wrong, it is wonderful to be put on such a pedestal sometimes; in fact, this image can even have the power to manifest into a truth if I really believe it. Hmmm…. maybe I should take these facades more seriously…
🙂
I’m not saying that I don’t do it too. For, I do. It is a fulfilling way to make the fantasy and dream come true! For sure.
But removing the mask, which often entails an entire body armor of mind, body and soul, is best. To see the true person as they are…
But, do it slowly as the best stuff does not show its truth when rushed.
chi va piano va sano va lontano
(who goes slowly, goes healthy)
~Italian proverb~
© r.e.l. 10/20/10
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
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