Pigeon Fever

Happy B’day Elisa 🐦(I may have taken some artisic liberties with this piece) 

(Had to edit this with a picture since WordPress was unable to capture the structure I was going for)

So Long, Leonard

This poem is dedicated in memory of Leonard Cohen. One of the Great ones. 

I can smell
the cigarette
smoke
in your voice.
The shade of dark blue you wear,
so dark
it’s almost black,
is the vision I
witness
When I close my eyes.
And within
the depths of this blue
I see smoke
Unfurl
Words
And I am reminded
of how much
you loved them.
You treated them
Like children,
So tenderly
was the way
they emanated from you,
I hope
the place you’ve gone to
Is as blessed as we have been
to be swayed by your words.

Dusty Canvas

If I have to put aside my words

Remove them from my mind

Completely.

What is it that will remain?

Would my mind sit idle and still,

Collecting dust

Layering the surface as thick as my skin?

Or would I simply think upon

All my emotions in another manner?

Like a writer turned artist

Where every one of my inhibitions

Turns to splatters of paint and color

Instead of words?

For my pen has been thrown away

And all that remains is a dusty canvas.

Define Me

I’ve found that filling this space with my words has brought me closer to the answer and for that I am grateful.

Writing helps to find yourself. 

 

Heartbeats

I’m afraid I’m running out of heart beats.

And I want to use the ones I have left by spending time with you.

I don’t know how many I have left but I want you to know that these heartbeats are for you.

And I think the times when your heart races it is rushing to catch up to mine that’s been a little ahead.

Just in case you never catch up just think of the heart beats you have left as gifts from me to live  and love a little bit more.

Beautiful Little Things

Here I am writing something beautiful for you again.

It seems that most of what I write starts off this way.

But you don’t seem to get tired of it.

So I’ll still write the same.

I’m trying to think of the best way to put you down on paper.

………

And there’s that pause I always take.

The pause after four or five lines.

This is where I sit and stare.

Not at the things in front of me but at things I’ve captured in my mind.

The moments you and I and others  have shared.

Sometimes it can be overwhelming.

I get caught up in it and the rest of the world is a blur.

In a moment I’ll make my choice.

And then I’ll take it and lose myself in it.

I’ll romanticize it so much that when you read the words your mind will be full.

Full of these beautiful little things.