like smoke, of blue and green

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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

all in one long sentence

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rose_q&aand so it goes…
there is so much to remember,
that as i sit here to think
nothing comes.
(at least in this moment)

yet, all—at the same time…

why is it that my body feels
all that is
all that was
all that will be again?

the truth is
that there are words to express
what you mean to me
but it would take a lifetime
to say
(all in one long sentence)

there is no question about it

© r.e.l. 4/6/13

photo by Alex Theory

submitted to Every Writer 3/7/14

submitted to caesura 2/5/14

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featured in Poetry*Daily (4/24/13 Twitter)

posted on Medium 3/18/14

posted on Micropoetry 7/12/14 for #remember theme

you had time to save me

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hourglass

thank you is not the same
without you here
to stare into
to touch with my fingertips
lightly

seconds pass by loudly
as sand moves through time
enunciating each tick

impatiently, i allow my wandering senses
to embrace simple thoughts of you,
every memory relived

…a teardrop—of joy—on my pillow,
and i know i am reaching out
for your grasp
to taste you in a form
that exceeds words

yet you are an apparition
of time that happens,
but not here in my moment

dear illusion,
please show me where you and now coexist
so that i know

because i have learned
how to stop time…
i will find you
interlaced with me

never forgetting
that in the midst of it all
you found time to save me

all i have i will give to you
i will give you
me

© r.e.l. 3/12/13

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Published (in part) on Micropoetry Society

that in i mixed with you

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misty-mountain-forest
as soon as i told you
you wouldn’t let me go

touch me again
as i turn you inside out
dynamic and raw

drawn to climb into me with your eyes
smile speaking with textures, words uncovered

you know that already
you knew all along

lightly touching
our cells fuse

you know, as do i,
that in i
mixed with you
there is nothing to hide

all along we’ve been
a river containing all that we have tasted,
and verses to stories we have yet to ascend into
as mountains of a dream
that would be ours

© r.e.l. 3/7/13

as i remember

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a_penwe met by accident.

not quite.

in all the ways i know
to explain what it meant
to watch my feelings
trickle down my logic
tease my soul
into believing i’m crazy
that day,

in a moment
my words [pause]
to express,

i can only explain
the paper
unused pen
blank screen
and feelings of you
still in the air
in me
as i remember

and how time
has a way
with the intrigue
of the heart

© r.e.l. 2/14/13

not merely a nebulous

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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

© r.e.l. 12/21/12

Posted on Micropoetry for #moon theme

Submitted to Every Writer 2/28/14

disappoints, not

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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