you know that feeling you get when you’re flying, no effort and—maybe by mistake—you stay there for awhile? stillness. and you stay in your body where time seems to stop. no fear, no goals, just being there.
you know that feeling.
you close your eyes. you are connected. and it doesn’t matter which part—it’s all of you.
it starts when you’re not looking. and remains.
©️r.e.l. 7/4/19
somewhere between then and now
between forever long ago and the future
there is a gap
you are in it
i already love you
no need to wonder
where my mind goes in moments
when our eyes meet
you’re inside me
as a voice that knows me better
than i could
opened to you
to whisper for me
grounding me with your eyes
that touch
i might melt
faster than i ever have
just watch me
© r.e.l. 5/18/16
Posted on Prose
you, who inspire
positive in life’s debilitating moments
philosopher, scientist, lover
you are whole, strength in softness
grounded in the silence between words
you watch me take it in
the one who stirs my heart
you write a valentine to me
because i am not invisible
your heart is not too broken to be real
you want to stare into my eyes
and it doesn’t matter what i am saying
about your stare
you are grounding me in your presence
opening my heart by standing there
breathing with me
you won’t be done any time soon
and know i’ve been waiting
for you to arrive
to brighten my darkness in the way i can’t do for myself
my sacrifices show
you say that my tears make me more beautiful
you want to know who i’ll become with you
you have earned the ability to adore me
© r.e.l. 2/13/16
Inspired by David Whyte and WriteYourselfAlive 30 day writing challenge through Rebelle Society
be patient
i’m not just saying that
as if it’s cliché
i’m afraid of you
and i need time
to delve into you
to trust the look in your eye
i know how many times
i’ve fallen for you
and i know when it’s time
to feel the way
your fingertips feel
when i imagine them
walking toward me
i am nervous to see you again
always. why? because
you paid attention to me.
we sat on the beach and you
listened, and you let yourself
lie down and watch
the sunset with me
until it went down.
completely
© r.e.l. 1/21/16
This is me and you saving the part that you want me to admit the answer to. That the parts between us want to touch, no different than before when we first began exploring about me and you, not lying through my smile.
Remember when I heard you whisper the first time, and you heard me without my speaking? I want to return to that moment, and state of being too. We were powerful then bridging beyond words to a place where sentences and phrases didn’t matter. The spirit speaks when musing and delight take over, along with wonders and desires to know more, to know everything.
My look toward you, into you, was authentic. Was it sad? You knew without a smile what I wanted. You knew as I grabbed my stuff, strong and powerful. You knew where I’d find you in my mind within moments. You knew you’d be there too.
And still I can’t help but cry a little that you didn’t take me away with you in that moment and whisper in my ear the words I’ve known, the language, the words floating above us waiting to be spoken.
When you placed my head gently against yours to hold me closer, I felt all that you know. I heard you say why but you know the answer and its source; because it’s still the same, hidden in your anger, in your lure and my regard. You no longer see through; you connect. You are there now with your eyes. I feel the difference in me now and then, in morning and in evening. My gage is you.
I want to be magic–a force you gravitate toward without reason and even smile when you know the reason. As you are dear to me, especially when I wake, especially when I’m tired. Your fingers run along my arm toward my heart, reminding me to never forget who I am.
An active clarity shining like roots, interspersed inside keeping us safe. My heart knows in silence how you link to aspiring my insides awake. I can write my way to you just as I look up in the sky at a cloud as I float.
Don’t you think that it’s time to be more than we are, more than our eyes sensing. You can take me now to the part where our worlds collide in the dimly-lit room. A candle lights the way to look at what we are, still eyes gazing in the direction of us, shadows behind us flickering.
© r.e.l. 10/8/15
Submitted to Rebelle Society 10/13/15
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
You are an enigma.
This is about you
and the secret you keep behind your eyes.
It’s unreal to me that you could be there for me.
I see your smile
when you look at me from the place inside you
that is for me,
in the moments when we are touching
or even speaking
as if it’s not happening
when it’s what I want the most
to be cherished by you.
You can’t hide that from me.
It’s not unreal.
When you come to me, I see you with a sixth sense.
You have words but are silent.
I can hear you with your eyes that are blue and clear
staring into me.
Just a tilt of you head
as you hide behind your glass halfway
is enough for me to see
all of it.
My breath is gentle as you come closer, seconds taking minutes.
We are in slow motion and I want that to last.
I want to continue to see your heart beating…
You are more real to me than most things.
I want you in a precious way.
A world is formed
without speaking,
not desperate, or touched with broken hearts.
I don’t know what time it is and it doesn’t matter how long we are here.
I can hear you behind your face that cringes
with the power of the world on your shoulders
against us.
I look into your eyes.
I want to know the secret of you
but you won’t tell me
so I find it
through days or weeks,
through many words and senses.
I can hear you still
even in your fingertips
that lightly brush against me.
You want me in a way that I hold dear.
I believe in your conviction
to your heart
to your trust
and you won’t lie to me.
I find it through the pauses between sentences, unwritten
or smiles that you can’t hold back
(and lips that know me).
I want to sit next to you and hold your hand
and know you are near.
I want to take care of you,
your emotions, your world,
as if I am holding your hand to help you think.
I don’t want you to ask me questions
because you already know the answers.
I know you are near even when you aren’t.
We already have many questions
with responses
throbbing inside of us.
I want to take you home with me
and get tangled in memories, in us.
© r.e.l. 12/14/14
Published on Rebelle Society 1.3.15
Image source: unknown
you are that which rises.
and you know me to be the one who senses you now, a reprise.
did you know that i heard you last night when you spoke to me with your eyes?
you were the ocean then, yet not.
you were an ironic metaphor with clarity,
the kind that floats by unnoticed, hides in corners, or drops to the floor.
you were that which you cannot comprehend, even to yourself.
© r.e.l. 8/29/14
for someone special
you know how sometimes
the stars have a mind
of their own
as they move on their way
to find the best way
to mix with the look in your eye?
in your eyes
i see
the same
© r.e.l. 2/27/11
posted for Poetry Potluck week 24 (2/27-3/5/11)
featured in FREEDOM IN WORDS & ART on redbubble
shared on Ethereal Heights
posted (partial) on Micropoetry
posted on Medium
submitted to The Poetic Bond IIII 7/12/14
image © simeon schatz
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
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
write with me
… as if i’m writing you
… as if i hear only your voice
your substance, your curves, your nuances, your eyes
as if for the first time
seeing me, perhaps
as a tiny particle of life in the ripple of a pond
it’s true, i remember the stars
when we first met
did you know that the cobble stones
on our path
each covered in moss
growing
alive
know that to provide direction
to you
is to cheat you of your trail of treasures in life?
… with your warm beaming clouds
listen to them
(. . .)
i do
© r.e.l. 5/27/12
Posted for Thursdays Poet Rally 6/6-6/13/12 on Hyde Park Poetry
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
unveiled…
your eyes are the windows
to a lifetime
of wisdom
within
practicing…
you hear
what’s written on your face
arriving as you are
the flame in the fire
has an idea
what i’m thinking
r.e.l. 12/12/11
Posted for Thursday Poet Rally 12/15-12/21/11 on The Poetry Palace
Received the Perfect Poet Award. Thank you, poet community! I accept… For next week I nominate Big Ape Diary 🙂 -robin
Posted on Micropoetry for theme #windows
with a whisper
you share so much
i know you knew…
the swirl of your thoughts
your eyes
looking into
the day i knew
but once forgot
thank you for never stopping
our moment
that you knew
i felt.
© r.e.l. 11/9/11
image by simeon schatz
Posted for Poetry Picnic 11/13-11/19/11 on Gooseberry Garden
my heart
is your
garden
.
looking into
you
my eyes
touched your
clouds
.
the ones
that drink in
their deserts
.
to answer,
i floated
in dark leaves
.
knowing you
would
melt me,
soon
© r.e.l. 8/21/11
Posted for Poetry Picnic 8/28-9/3/11 on Gooseberry Garden
Featured in Touched By Fire on redbubble
what do you think of
when you fall, slowly through a mystery
looking through
the eyes
of me?
© r.e.l. 8/20/11
image by s i m s h a
Posted for Poetry Picnic 8/21-8/27/11 on Gooseberry Garden
something right
brought me to
carry the fire
shut your eyes or look away
i’m only time, constantly
stopping only
in a memory
© r.e.l. 6/14/11
image of old clocks
Posted for Thursday Poets Rally 6/15-6/22/11 on Promising Poets
Featured in All Out Emotion on redbubble
my secret innuendo® 