it was a time
when we have a view, a space
consoling colors reflecting along our ritual
before minds meet as words
before peace arises through channels that met their end
and healed their hearts
before becoming whole
i see us now
© r.e.l. 6/19/16
dream
my voice as it describes you
come to me with your confidence
and all
that you know i want.
you don’t expect me to be someone i’m not,
because you know i am vulnerable, right?
you can see the tenderness in
the reality of my defenseless heart.
i like my voice as it describes you to me
…and now, i have something i need to tell you
in person.
don’t ask me to show you what it’s like to lose a beautiful heart,
mine.
don’t let me go another day before i tell you i love you.
© r.e.l. 1/2/15
Won Perfect Poet Award in Thursday Poets Rally week 79 with Hyde Park Poetry
confidence in me
inching toward you breath by breath
i miss you today
© r.e.l. 1/29/15
I nominate Sina Saberi
a memoir of a special time
encapsulating every inch, touching.
i imagine how your hands clasp mine.
we are a bravery that led to senses.
of understanding whispers, or of character in windows of time.
of future times, slowly with deep eyes.
like beautiful surrender wrapped up, frozen…
follow me to my heart that risks. vulnerable, slow down, slower. testing the dream, flames shift.
where your hands are a metaphor for your heart waiting for strength and a voice, waiting to begin and not end. to feel safe and live inside me to tell me your beautiful words.
© r.e.l. 9/28/14
little voice
dear little voice inside, you can have whatever you want. you choose.
your way is beautiful, its protection and opening, on cue according to rhythms and instincts. you are alive and i hear you pulse. i feel you hide and then come out with wide eyes and inviting heart. it’s perfect to shine when you do, and not because others fly by your serenity, or wish to light your fire. be you.
© r.e.l. 9/24/14
even more than i imagined
i’m scared to really look it in the eye
(what i really want)
because i don’t think i can have it.
i can’t keep it.
and what have i done wrong to make it so that this is so?
i’m covering my heart and drowning instead.
i want my experience to hold me
because i can’t hold myself in this way.
in my dream, the seed that is planted makes me special.
i’m ready for it.
then it’s gone when i open my eyes.
then i want it back even more than imagined i did.
© r.e.l. 7/16/14
in my search
i know deep down
that only the right thing
is happening to me.
i speak now to you,
my dream,
my core desire,
my distraction,
which will tie us together in a balanced state.
in my search, i have been sad
because of the inability to find
the part of you that is me.
but now i have it
when i can see your face in the present,
in person,
i am not worrying.
you tell me not to fade away,
to rest
and so i do.
© r.e.l. 4/23/14
Posted (partial) on Micropoetry 8/22/14 for #search theme
receive your dream
learn
yes, you
you can see what you feel what you know
receive your dream
it just came true
© r.e.l. 12/10/13
image ©Franck Goddio Hilti Foundation
cathedrals of dreaming
one thing i can be sure of. i feel like i’m under water, underground or under something when i imagine you.
sometimes when it’s late and i know i’m asleep, i also know that the cathedrals of me are open.
and, during those times, when i’m actually not asleep, but awake, you are with me. you whisper.
i can’t even say ‘yes’ now to your offers because i don’t know how.
yes.
am i dreaming?
yes, you’re in my dream come true.
i have conversations with you when you aren’t here.
it’s ok, i’m always there.
© r.e.l. 5/7/13
Posted on Medium 3.18.14
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.
Posted on Micropoetry for #secret poet theme week
beings of dreams
we beings of dreams
with earthly eyes to see
there is only the truth
trust our sun light
it makes life
anew every moment
© 2012 simsha
image by s i m s h a
wood path
i will be with you
in it
soon after
for the first time
when our paths
lead to
how right we are
on our wood path
to us
© r.e.l. 1/23/12
Posted for Thursday Poet Rally 1/25-31/12 on Promising Poets Parking Lot
Thank you, Ava, and poet community for the Perfect Poet Award 🙂 I accept. For next week I nominate Poetry Road
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
it is
floating…
yes, on me.
what?
you see me now
under waves of light?
how?
i thought it was dark
it is.
© r.e.l. 11/5/11
image by s i m s h a
Posted for Poetry Picnic 11/6-11/13/11 on Gooseberry Garden
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
image by simeon schatz
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
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
star on a distant paradise
where are you now
in this moment, i ask
climbing a ladder to a distant cloud
that only i know…
floating on a bubble under a wave of life?
you are crazy
with the mystery you breathe
you are the pure energy
of love
… fire mixed with water
and raindrops inside sand
you are tears and joy forever intertwined
like a bird not knowing his wings
still… after all
you know you are
the one who saved me from a distant paradise
and you are true
© r.e.l. 11/4/10
image nightbird2
Posted on Poetry Potluck 7/10-7/17/11 on Jingle Poetry
velvet moon
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
my secret innuendo® 