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
live
in
the
subtle
world.
can
you feel me?
breath me?
see me? if not,
it’s ok. i’m still here…. for you
© r.e.l. 2/14/11
heart-rock spotted near pt. reyes lighthouse
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
please don’t
steal my heart away
unless you know how to hold it
i think i need to keep it
close to me
for me… now
you play games
and i don’t…
don’t you see
it is all real to me?
yes i can feel your heartbeat
running through me
it helps me sleep at night
the way it whispers to me
sleep with me… i have a heart too
© r.e.l. 2/5/11
Posted for Poetry Potluck week 21 (2/6-2/12/11)-Aims, Goals, Ambitions on Jingle Poetry
beg me
to take a second look
by placing a thought of me
in your mind
twist yourself in me
then let me sleep…
you again, who are you?
calling you
to say
‘throw in your heart too’
© r.e.l. 1/10/11
image of ‘Twisted Heart’ by byzantinehalo
featured in Love Bytes on redbubble
posted for Poetry Potluck 5/1-5/7/11 doubts, fear, inhibition, hesitation
(a new treat…written by my daughter 🙂
there is something out there
always something
looking for you
never expecting
it to be real
the key
of your life…
it rarely jingles on a chain
but in the cells
of who you are
passed down to you
through generations
for a reason
you find out over time.
find the hallway
hidden
in your heart,
look for the door
that fits your key.
how will you know when you have found it?
it will whisper to you
and don’t worry, you will hear it…
© by Cora, age 10, 12/27/10
words
the mystery they speak
bridging
one heart to another
timelessly
growing with age
creating a touch
that floats to you
in a mist
reaching the same space
touching you
there, on the edge
where you lie
© r.e.l. 12/26/10
**this post is for Poetry Potluck Week 17 Journey and The Road Ahead (1/9/11-1/15/11) on Jingle Poetry
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 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
submitted to caesura 2/5/14
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
colors
of
what could be
but
are not.
they show
on
your face
why aren’t they?
i ask
what keeps you
from
being you?
© r.e.l. 12/19/10
**this post is for Poetry Potluck Week 17 Journey and The Road Ahead (1/9/11-1/15/11) on Jingle Poetry
Received A rose 4 U award from Jingle Poetry
you ask me to be still
and so i do..
you lie hidden within, unfelt
with a shield strong as stone
pushing you away.
in all directions.
don’t you hear the answers now?
as they quietly become one with the search
for what is touching you?
you are beautiful
everything is alive
in different forms
as treasures.
watch time stand still with me. ok?
help me to let go and to become one with the mystery.
please.
© r.e.l. 11/26/10
image by my secret innuendo™ of marin county
Published (partial) on Micropoetry 3/3/14
Submitted to caesura 2/5/14
Posted for Thursday Poets Rally Week 34 (12/2-12/8/10) on Promising Poets. Received the Perfect Poet Award…. Thanks so much, I accept 🙂 [For week 35 I nominate Jargnar]
you said you love me and then …
and then i breathe
inhale you
to find that your ‘no’ now is really fear
afraid of trusting the moment unfolding
the moment is beautiful, don’t you see
when i’m with you i see, i trust
when we’re apart sometimes it’s hard for me
it is like a bird flying away that i cannot capture
light yet i have a cage
trust me to return to you
i trust you
i’m on my way back already
you are weak and need me now most
i’m afraid to say so
you want to be in control and the one who decides
not the invisible hand of destiny
softly, she touches my life..
she knows you
yes, she is who i recognize in you
you leave me now with no voice
i am here to listen to your heart’s whisper
shhhhhhh
i feel your heart
silence is real
© r.e.l. 10/27/10
written together with Wingpoem
Featured on The Wonderful World of Words on redbubble
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.
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
“Kevala kumbhaka transfixed inspiration melts us, ” as eloquently put by Stuart Sovatsky in his book, Your Perfect Lips: A Spiritual-Erotic Memoir.
Spontaneously breathless awe or serenity is what life should be about. In every moment, in all that we do. Can you imagine this?
Just the happy days, with freedom and no plans for what will be. Does it seem possible? It is in a feeling, not to be described with usual words spoken to describe life.
The sense that you lose your breath and it doesn’t matter. Your heart stops to stare at time in a moment that also stops. It is Tantra.
It melts me to think of how you would be here this morning, but this memory is only a moment in time — a time that happens any time. So, I let go of time.
I feel your wind whisper to me anyway in my transfixed melting moment dans ma cœur. Thank you.
© r.e.l. 10/14/10
i don’t know what will be
but it is best this way
i love the mystery of his heart
je ne sais pas ce qui sera
mais c’est bon de cette façon
j’aime le mystère de son cœur
© r.e.l. 10/10/10
you sit with me
and we gaze at the moon
from afar
it is the same moon
and invisible
i am
to you
yet i hope my flower
reaches your heart
in this moment
i picked it for you
© r.e.l. 9/4/10
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