Homesick for a place
in a story, a moment
that has never quite
come together, a life
that is always months
or years away, but feels
more real than yesterdays
that unfurl behind me
with a sterile sameness
that threatens to swallow
those moments of joy
and beauty I try so hard
to find somewhere besides
your smile.
Noise crawls
from group to group,
ebbing and flowing
through topics,
friends, moments
quickly lost
to laughter
across the way
more distractions
making the crowd
segment itself
again and again.
The pendants on these are carved mammoth ivory. The left is a Thor’s hammer. The right is a Goddess. I wanted to get a sort of minimalist look, which is why for the beads I also went for bone and wood and horn.
I don’t know when it was
you got so far under my skin,
running through my veins
’til I bleed your favorite color,
and see you reflected
back behind my eyes.
I’ve tried running and hiding,
but I just can’t pull away
with the smell of your skin
burned into my mind.
So here I am again,
singing that sad refrain
of what might have been,
because time may dull,
but healing hasn’t come.
And still I’d do it all again,
even knowing how it ends,
because I just can’t imagine
myself any other way.
Your smile… just.
You’re everything… but,
words run away.
So scared I might break
this fragile life
I have made.
It feels like spun glass
delicate web of trust,
so much left unsaid
too many days away.
Where was the moment
we missed the easy road?
Twining instead
through each other’s paths,
too scared to just say
will you stay?
Drowning
in pieces
of a life
to often broken,
scraped raw
by failed dreams,
flawed plans.
But as I fade,
resigned
to the demons
sharpening their knives,
I see you.
And somehow,
that’s enough.
No promises
or fairy tail
endings. Just
a smile.
Something
worth seeing
again, worth
being knocked
back down.
Locked away
between open skies
and parched, cracked ground,
desert home a comforting lie,
a crumbling refuge from her.
But day follows day
and it gets harder to rise,
to fight back the sound
of breaking ties,
loosing what we were
even in memory.
I liked this hat enough to work on one for myself. I’ve got the base together. Working on styling the brim a little still. I may also find something more interesting for the lacing and to use as a hat band.
Memory scorched landscapes
surround the old haunts,
the places filled with specters
of a youth from years
amidst decades already
passed by.
Following those ghosts
of friends and summer nights,
remembered thrill
of a shortcut, hopped fences,
torn shirts and bruised knees,
so different, if only
in perspective.
But the coolness
of the night breeze,
murmur of night insects,
still welcomes a lingered moment
a long gaze at stars
too often missed on drives,
and deadlines.
But it’s not all bad,
all melancholy and memory,
easy as it is to find here.
Now still exists,
new paths, changed landscapes,
town living and growing
down a separate path,
swallowing what was,
as I find my feet again
and wander on.
Living
In the shadows
Of a life
I’ve left behind,
That refuses
To leave me.
Those mistakes
That linger,
Nip and claw
At my dreams,
Fraying the new,
Fresh edges
Of me.
Mending,
With new moments,
Day by day,
While I wonder
When time
Will heal.
