Original Quilt Art by The Spirit of the Goddess Minerva
Haiku
Sometimes hyperbole tells the tale best of all. I sincerely hope to get some feedback on this one. thanks!
Being Real
– When Hyperbole and Life Intersect
Overwhelmed by a single thought
Unexpected.
Triggered by sweet words read on some site I don’t recall
A punch to my chest
A shawl knit of sorrow draped around my shoulders
A vacuum sucks the air from my lungs
This sudden longing for you
a craving sharp and fierce
If I can’t touch you how can I live
and navigate my days?
Never feel you? Never kiss you?
Never hold you in my arms?
The sands of regret
weigh me down and clog my breath
I am blinded to life’s beauty
We will never be together
And then there are the moments
when I think I’ll die from wanting you.
Much more than physical craving
I am blindsided.
Overtaken by this powerful storm
that smashes carefully constructed defenses,
set in place to ward off
inevitably disappointing outcomes.
Does this become at best an exercise
To stretch my imagination?
Conjuring up wordforms
that express my love and desire of you ?
Even that marks certain failure
For as deft as my pen may be
As varied as the words
There are none existing adequate for my purpose.
I want to write comedy
My drama queen is near used up
Fresh out of tears
Shirking the heavy cloak
That weighs down my beat up spirit
Seeking a lighter space
A place of gladness in my soul
A spot of sunshine in the garden.
I want to make people laugh
Not to despair for me
To welcome back my steady smile
Anticipate good news
Remembering punch lines
Delivered with clever timing
Reach out open arms
And draw in this world of beauty.
All the tools I need
Are lined up willing ready
Love of family and friends
Treasured memories never to be lost
Hoarding my health for richness of years to come
Generous with caring and love
Wisdom of years past
Still a work in progress.
I want to be cozy
Curl up together in a flannel quilt
Feel the warmth of your hands on my back
Your breath heats me
I want to snuggle
into your open arms
your thigh resting on mine
feel your heart beat
I want to be lazy
entwined in disarray
no place else to be
taste the moist beads on your skin.