Words
Not just any, they must hold weight
Thought out, prudently placed
pulsating energy head to toe
Not easily executed
Not always received
but I will not settle for anything less
I love words, being moved by another’s, a miracle by chance
Writing
Giving my time, dedicated to a 6am rise
where the mind is clearest, before the clutter
Constructing the, always so close to, perfect poem
Never satisfied
Determining completion consumes strength, preventing editing till death
The goal – expose guarded feelings, alter perspectives
I love writing, therapy for both writer and reader
Sleeping
Teasing mornings, slipping back into sleep
Dreams teeter totter on the edge lucidity, euphoria
I have control over them then
Stealing time to nap
mood shifting, energy bursting gold
“I’m sneaking home” – this is what for
I love sleeping, a rarity in itself
Home
The feeling of driving back to family, the coast
Being on a bike all day, the freedom that brings
No plans
Effortless enjoyment
Eyes meet eyes, generations apart sharing present moment bliss
Stopping to reminisce, places I never took for granted but always miss
I love home, Southern California roots glittering Nevada deserts
Touching stone
The intimacy of being one with earth, rocks, walls
Beauty in trusting the body
Each breath, carefully placed fingers
shifting body weight, pressure to toes
Dedication inventing artistic movements, ebb and flow
The only thing I have found that commands all attention
And that, I’m in love with.
-Breelyn
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