Tag Archives: #emotions

Embraced

Is it love, or vanity that demands
You be faithful while I enjoy a flirt
Can you have my whole heart if
You hold a fraction of my attention
My freedom ringed by an embrace
Love should never be so absolute
As to exclude all other possibility.
Love is possibility, like an embrace
It encircles everything and holds
Firm the heart, held yet free, not to
Explore beyond the embrace but to
Soar in its inevitability, held free, 
Held fast, embraced, encircled in 
Love, exclusive but free to explore
Can you have my whole heart if
You hold a fraction of my attention
Is it love, or is it vanity holding us
Fast, faithful in love, free to soar

Joy / Sorrow

Grief mingles with light,
It imposes, pushing its
Way unbidden, just as 
Joy comes without an 
Invitation into sadness.
They are two of a kind,
Unlikely twins of a sort
On the path of feelings,
Emotions on a spectrum
Swinging pendulum-like,
With much less precision
As sorrow is tinged with
Happy memory, missing
Any nuance on the way,
As if it were not nuance 
Enough experiencing the
Extremes all at once, and
Jumbled altogether, a mix
Up, contradictory and odd.

Seeking joy

I need to find more joy to
Fight sadness, to combat
Sorrow. 
There is joy in caring, and
In loving.
It's there, the love, but it is
Entangled in sadness; I am
Tripped up by sorrow. He,
My love, my dearest, he is
Sweet and funny. It makes
Me sad to see him dismiss
Logic.
To see him lost or confused.
To see him struggle with the
Elementary.
And lose his way, time and 
Time again.
Lose his sense of time. Lose
His sense.
Time and time again. Lose
His sense of life's direction.
I need to find more joy. To
Combat sorrow. To fight the
Sadness.
There's the love. Love is there.
There's always the love. There
Is joy in the love.

It’s called

What feels like the loss of
Feeling or a break from the
Broken-work as my love who
Is so dear and so very brittle
Falls apart at every seam and
Seems, like Humpty Dumpty,
Will never be whole again but
This is not a fairy tale not my
Own nor one we have stitched Together in tandem to keep 
From crying or fight off tears
Of anger and regret. Regret
What? I did nothing wrong and
He did nothing wrong. It is, it
Is what happened and cannot 
Be undone though it's undone
Us and we work broken at the
Heart or the soul and in body
And mind to fight off sorrow.
And to fight off sadness. Loss.

Random

Conversation if you are not a
Participant is so much random
Noise and emotion. Mainly, it's 
An outpouring of feeling, often
In a foreign tongue where the
Speaker is wrapped up in those
Moments that are intimately felt.
You pass, not sure if empathy is
Called for and not knowing which
Sympathy to extend or to whom.

Measures

What is the measure of a man?
Is it his worst or best behaviors?
Does he have to rise to better or
Can he fall to his lowest point?
Measure him by size, his weight
His girth, his height, the peak of
His hat. See if he must duck at
The doorway or bow at his knee.
Who shall judge him and why?
Taller than an oak, or more
Crooked than a tree trunk makes
No matter. Sharper, wittier or
Foolish or kind. Measure him 
Inch by inch by intention and
By design. Let his measure be
Reflected in your love and care.

For good and all

The best is yet to come to those 
Who wait to see what the future
Will bring and where the road'll
Lead. I expect great things will
Await when you've waited and
You've seen. There's no measure
Of good that won't land on your
Plate. You've waited and stand
To get back what the wind blows
Back. Your heart is full; it's pure.
With all you've got, you'll get more
And more there'll be for you still
When you wait, see what's coming.

Who’s that?

Time has changed us so much 
We are unrecognizable even to
Ourselves. I certainly don't know
The woman in our wedding photo
The man by her side has been so
Transformed, he might not be you
But I know it is. Changed, but the
Spirit lives on in your eyes. Cute
As you were then, maybe cuter as
Time has added years and taken
Nothing, maybe given back what 
We never had before if that were 
Possible. We always knew who 
We were. Changes puzzled us, 
But they changed nothing. Time.