On Being

I’m so close, I may look distant.

So completely mixed with you, I may look separate.

So out in the open, I appear hidden.

So silent, because I am constantly talking with you.

~ Rumi

note: Fresh poem coming out in September.

Uncovering the Extraordinary

A crow plucked my heart
And hung it on a tree
For the whole world to see.

Pleas and protests, in vain
The mischievous creature
Pecked at my core insisting
“Be love, be bold and bare it all!”

Litha, the Baby Crow

process note: I’ve mentioned (somewhere else) before that I never regarded crows as extraordinary birds. But that was until I got introduced to this amazing artist’s work.

Sometimes it takes an extraordinary person to shine a light on the ordinary, and Stacy, who blogs at MagicLoveCrow, is that person. Sometimes one is that ordinary person trying to uncover the extraordinary.

The poem excerpt is in response to Midweek Motif, “Seeking the Extraordinary in the Ordinary” at Poets United.

Blow Me a Kiss

And what is love?
Surely not the fleeting butterflies in summer.
It’s your everydayness―
That gets my fingers twirling absentmindedly
Tracing contours of a body on fire.
Blow me a kiss, then!
For I love your company.

Home Comforts

Note: Sanaa at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, asks us to write about love using a common everyday image. And I just love candles. I light them up at home as often as possible, even if just to watch them burn, whilst my mind drifts off towards a perfect world and where I can dream up stories with happy endings!