Shadow

By Joshua Radin

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Castle like rocks stretch the lining of the west side of the water

casting a shadow across the left side of the canyon

the shadow slowly climbs to the top of the ridge

a warm breeze blows the hair across my face

trees scattered about the canyon walls

and I can count the ones that circle me

 

the stair steps of the rock that cascade around us

now shelters the water from sun

the gray flicker of water rocking the boat

back and forth

back and forth

Darkness cannot come fast enough

 

Trees show off their reflection to left

To the right

I rest in the middle of this beauty

 

Wet hair dripping lake water down my back

observing…

being in this moment

 

 

 

 

Sinking Sunlight

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Wake Me Up by Ed Sheenan

 

You come to me in the sunlight

The flicker on the water

my mind sinking into you

deeper and deeper

 

and I can’t get closer

will you find me somewhere floating?

toward you

can you take the time?

find me, I am here

 

this moment wont come again

the grey, white and black

toward you

but do you see me

…everything reflects

 

I picture you

I see your hands

And the depth of your eyes

Lost somewhere below the surface

…eight feet below

 

they move quickly around the light

darkness surrounds me

and the people near me are unaware

in my mind

…sinking deeper

 

this can mean what you want it too

the transparency, I need

give me a chance

 

companionship is what I seek

conversation, I require

attention, I need and

Still, I have to feel wanted

 

 

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the water flickers around me and I think of you

you’ve been gone for years and I still feel

my toes in the water at the lake

 

I’m reminded by

the place you rest now

You, G’ma, and an uncle I don’t remember

the mountains a lush green

tips of trees creating texture where you are

 

it holds your embrace, grace, and all of my memories

surrounded by water

 

Now,

in a new place and the unflattering color of the canyon

reflects on the water

a slow moving ripple carries itself to the banks all around me

 

silver fish jump and I can still see you

hear you whisper that you loved me in my ear

the white sail boat wrecked

turned sandbox for

your grandchild and great grandchild

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With Arms Wide Open — By Creed

The sun creeps over the peak of the barn

beats down on the dew covered grass

The outer row of the orchard

cast beams of light through the rows inside

 

So much space and yet I take it for granted every day

not everyone has this, the ability to wake in the morning

and see the day break across the horizon

 

I prayed for this day to give me clarity, a path

when I woke this morning, to see the world differently

 

No more guilt, just life experiences

no more trying to please people

at the cost of myself…

 

I seek true happiness for myself because it is what I need —

at what point should I live and let live

 

There as a part deep down inside of me that is not satisfied

if I could figure out what it was I would nail it

to the floor and chip away at it until it’s gone

 

Standing in the rain is an amazing cleanse-

I wished for the rain last night

running down my face, neck, arms and traveling

the length of my body until it falls to the ground

 

Clouds paint the sky in blues and shades of white

going through the motions, might just get me to tomorrow

My list of chores continues to grow

so, I start at one

take a cleansing breath in and prayer for rain

Whisper

Small Bump by Ed Shennan

I wait for you

Quietly you are hidden inside me

No one knows me like you do

Am I afraid of losing you

 

I wonder where you are

Every day

Every second

 

Do you feel

I feel

Want to know what you feel

 

A candle flickers in my window

And I still wait

Find the light I have left for you

 

Have you looked for it

Do you look for it

Dusted across the sky

 

I search for you to find romance

The kind you show to me

My heart bleeds for this

 

Broken for the lack of luster

Have you noticed

I have given up

 

I can’t talk about it again

I will not beg

Why don’t you see me

 

This could be a start to something

Beautiful & new

Creating as we go

Whispering through unknown

I Choose You..

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Sunday, 9:27am

Husband outside, anxious and needs to check something off his list

Breathing in and out, green tea, and the sound of Kung Fu Panda dancing around the room

Lights off, grey light squeezes through the crack of the blinds and windowsill

Cole wrapped in his Seahawks blanket, daddy’s chair reclined, messy hair, lips curled upward at the edges

Austin giggles, lips and nose covered, a red weaved blanket covers him, bare toes peak out from under the blanket

I can hear them breathing, in the same room, and just being near them makes me feels whole

Our world has been shifting lately, where Dad has become the main attraction

Mom is the caretaker, while Dad can offer so much more on this farm, so many toys…who wouldn’t want to run outside before eating breakfast

But this morning, they are near me…in quiet, comfortable, laziness and I can breathe in for a few hours with them close to me

Both of my boys wanted to cuddle this morning. Curled up tight like a large breed dog…on a couch that can’t hold its size or weight

So uncomfortable but the body numbs after a while, anything to have them next to me

Six months from now, they will be 13 and oh’ where does the time go?

Engineering, experimenting, building engines, knowing the engine under every hood of car we pass, driving tractors, cars, stacking totes, welding, building a mini bike from plans, four-wheelers…the list goes on and on

My boys have so much ahead of them…

Today, I am content to be in this room with them, Austin now curled at my side, watching a cartoon…it’s been so long since they wanted to watch a cartoon

They are with me today, next to me, these moments are so simple and seem insignificant

Any moment with my boys I cherish…wrapped in blankets, cartoons, messy hair, and leaning on me

I will always be here.

 

I Choose You by Sara Barilles

 

 

 

 

Fleeting Highway 126

My face is in his hands, he told me to run with it, Kiss on the move-

Thumbs attract to highway, like love pulls skin on the shoulder. My name

perched on his lips. We peddled until blisters rose like moons on our heels.

Dust and sweat slicked our legs, sun touched our arms.

Long stretches of empty hills, horizon mirrored asphalt-

his body tight and flexed.

For miles, no cars, around dry corners, little conversation.

Silent, I imagined us, back to back in wheat fields that rustled around

around our bodies-

Broken, you found me-captured,

you helped me fly. Through dust and sweat,

surrounded by dry rugged trails-

You became my moon.

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Blessed

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A chill this morning

Cools my breath from skin to air,

The sky is still grey.

Unlike other days,

peach fuzz hair

does not stand on my neck,

my smile is not straight from waking

before the sun-

but curled upward at

the edge of my pink lips.

 

And I,

I can sit here all alone

And remember

our eyes meeting from across the room,

your mouth breaking

speech to glance and find

me content.

I watched your eyes lighten

While listening to the passion of others,

your eyes envied as another

spoke of his son.

 

 

And you,

Dreaming silently

of your own unborn child

and the way it will be,

when you are that blessed.

 

Your tone changed,

Somewhere between the last sunrise

and sunset

the sky has brightened

in the last moments,

pink cotton clouds

drift slowly across the blue backdrop sky.

The world moves around me,

a leaf falls from the skeleton

of a tree outside this window.

A grandfather smiles, watching

me write, from behind his

daily news.

 

And today, I know

the world is unaware

that I am blessed-

for knowing such a man

as passionate as my father,

as determined to get what

he knows and deserves-

and willing enough to share

his ear and shoulder with someone,

who is only just beginning to give

him, her heart.