The waves are like the earth’s breath. Flowing in and out in an endless song–
Constantly moving and rolling over the world. Bringing life to land, and revitalizing what’s below.
From the Archive
From the Something Write original blog.
an ode to curves
Growing up
I had zero sense
of awareness
of my body.
One sentence
changed
that.
“You have a big ass.”
I didn’t know.
I just had my body.
Convinced cookies
gave me a booty,
and milk gave me
a curvy bosom.
After years of trying
to be more aware,
I grew
to love.
I love that my butt
is not flat.
That I have to turn,
sidle in sideways,
into spaces.
I love that my hips are wide,
contouring contrasts
with what’s above
and what’s below.
I love that my waist cinches
right at the bottom
of my cage of life.
I love the swoop
my waist makes.
That my tummy has
the subtlest of lines,
directional arrows
to what’s uniquely
my own.
I love my broad,
strong shoulders,
the dip down my back
aligned with my spine.
I love the little crescent
within my collarbone.
I love the veins
that trace my wrists,
and the lines of my triceps.
I love my smooth,
firm and thick
calve muscles.
I love my feet
that tend to go flat.
I love that I can
feel muscles within.
I love my birthmark
on the back of my right thigh,
and the scars on my middle finger,
knees and beneath my eyebrow.
I love that I jiggle,
that I’m firm,
that I bounce.
That I grow.
matter over mind
you feel what you feel
you think what you think
you love who you love
sometimes there’s no logic
sometimes there’s no reason
sometimes there’s no resistance
the more you fight it
the more true it becomes
snowflakes
feeling snowflakes sting on cheeks
a dark expanse of sky flies past
sending them all in a flurry
catch one on your tongue
a fleck of cold gone too fast
and a moment too fleeting
even to grasp
midair
a pitcher has a unique position
the ability to control how the ball travels
the speed, the curve, a knuckle or none
the catcher gives the cue as to what might be best
ready at the mound
hand behind my back
waiting for the number, the cue
was that a one or a two
pull the ball up into my mitt
preparing to throw the arc
i release it, rolling through my fingertips
a launch into the unknown
hoping for a certain outcome
trusting the catcher to be there
but the bat strikes, loud and hard
sending it soaring past third base
leaving me hanging midair
for what I don’t suspect… a foul ball
a hit, but a strike nonetheless
was it a misunderstood hint from the catcher
or did I trust him too much with my ball
now the ball is out
and I’m caught midair
smoke & rain
let all the smoke out
the burning of sticks
wafting the deadly spell
an acrid stench lingers
breathe in the fresh scent
of the coming rain
clouds rolling over head
threatening a promise
to thirsty plains
pleading
just a drop
to quench
following feelings
You can’t deny what you feel
especially if it resonates
throughout your entire being,
filling everything from your toes
to the deep crevices in your heart.
The pinches in your gut
telling you something is wrong.
The warmth in your heart
when something is true,
when something is right.
The peace that comforts you
when you do something good.
Knowing that something will happen
even before it actually does.
Sometimes the best thing we can do
is to listen to what we feel.
To our hearts, to our intuition.
We often feel things for a reason,
whether it’s about a person, a thing,
a decision, a situation or place.
Some may be fleeting.
Others may nag at the back of your brain
until you finally give in
then wonder why you waited.
Might as well follow the feelings
while you have them.
so much bigger
endless expanse of stars
blinking, shining, darting
burning into your eyes
begging you to just see
there’s something more
so much bigger than
the specks we are
we act and feel
we speak and listen
we watch and marvel
at more than just stars
but at a universe
so much bigger
than you and me
holding to habit
two feet
no steps
forward
none back
sand starts
to sink
under
the weight
of inaction
two hands
dangling
no itch
to pull
forward
content
in place
too much
stay still
one
soul
trapped
still
want
out
break
through
fight
because of fear
evasion in excuses
holding to habit
the less you know
shorter to fall
you never know
a chance to have a day
to do what i want
whatever i want
to go where i please
wherever i please
to visit any time
any time that i wish
only the next day
i won’t remember any
to take the plunge
or to not
for what’s it worth
if not for memories
to take with me
a whole lifetime
but i’d still take it
it’s a chance to take
a chance
try something new
perhaps daring
or enlightening
see another time
a passed relative
a neat celebrity
sing on a stage
in front of thousands
or even a re-do moment
something you want
a day to do as you please
even if forgotten
still could be worth it
something to remind
of that forgotten day
will still stir within
maybe in the next life
it will come back to us
for if the mind forgets
the heart and soul still know
that something happened
even if they don’t know
what it was
you may be able to feel
but you never really know
—
A post for Kellie Elmore’s FWF.
