Waterlogged

IthoughtI thought I caught the edge of a familiar shape

floatdownAnd so descended in haste through heavy waters

downbelowMany a soul caught there, cold and unwavering on the base of these depths

decendingBut the yawning hollow was not half as wide as it seemed. 

upforairSo I refilled my lungs

returnTo return again, to search for you

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How’s Your Heart?

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For even the smallest hole may feel bottomless

if carved out by another’s less than gentle hand.

Every fluttering page, brick, case, or feast

that you’ve used to mend the hollow

only makes weary walls creak

beneath a pressure never invited,

now a (not so welcome) guest.

You’ve even learned to ration your love

into morsels no larger than pencil shavings,

feeding your ravenous craving with meager meals

not fit for any budding soul.

Were you to just abandon the dread

that you think keeps you from a famine,

you would find that full banquets of love

never diminish from returning visits,

but only surge and grow

as you help yourself to more.

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Letting the Heart Have Its Say

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The mind delights in lofty pursuits –
Tête-a-têtes in bilingual prose
And dissections of unsatisfying denouements –
Just to prove it can.

But when words grow weary
And wits tire of the unending race,
May you learn to sing of your longing.

For the soul rejoices in hearing its song,
Strains of melody painting delicate truths,
All heart affirmed, all opposition abandoned
With no chance to be mistaken.

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Map of Your Heart

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They say that it is written
That souls were made to intertwine.
And as we looped into each other’s lives,
I traced unseen paths in your palm
Running parallel to life lines,
love lines.
I let each one take up home in my thoughts,
step by step retreading the routes,
so that when the day came
that tepid fears made for muddled sight,
the direction home was always clear.

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Old Lines Can Be Made New Again – The Missing Ingredient is You

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New York-based graphic designer Evan Robertson plucked out notable lines written by famous authors and transformed them into visual stories. Robertson would see a “little jewel of a sentence” and he’d underline it. Then, he would take those “snippets of text and ideas” and “let the words be a springboard for an illustration.”

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Time To Fly

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Once upon a time

You scooped up your dreams that lay about and presented them to me one by one.

Each one lit your eyes as you passed it from your lips

To let it hang, for three long seconds, before it hit my ears.

Each thought a marvel of ingenuity,

Aloft with a joy untainted by anything other than anticipation.

“How beautiful,” I thought,

But must have forgotten to say,

For soon you gathered them up,

and tucked them in your chest.

Let me say now that hope is my favorite color on you,

Unlike anything I’ve ever seen.

So pull out the dreams, however dusty, and speak them once again.

And this time when I listen,

I will tell you how they make you shine.

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Fear Shows You a Path, Love Allows You to Walk It

Of all the four letter words,
Fear hurts the most
Not the ears, but the soul
As it freezes passageways to what might have been

“I fear what might happen”

A future paved with ice is hard to traverse

Each step unsure as the foot lightly presses

Anxiously awaiting a plunge

But oh, when letters take new form

And one word shifts its place

To allow room for another

“I love what might happen”

Of all the four letter words,
Love means the most
A flame hidden in unassuming shroud
That melts worry and reveals a path below

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