My Mixed bag of thoughts
Notice my nakedness covers
and my prolongation of mouth sounds
and my successful sobriety from myself
and a pulse the world's never felt.
Notice my color explosion iris's
and your green thoughts and hands
whilst you slump up straight
I'd awkwardly stand
Then I experiment with I
and forget about you
I am an unique machine
Built like new
Cogs and wheels
like the ones in a clock
except time is not moving
and all the seconds have stopped
As meaningful as a footprint
left in grains of sand
as is placing a dollar
in the homeless mans hand
When we touch it's as if all of my mind quarreling has ended and my heart yawns and lies in a hammock of comfort.
When i see you, my eyes tell my soul to notice.
Faith is walking through your house with the lights off, and closing your eyes as well.
and my prolongation of mouth sounds
and my successful sobriety from myself
and a pulse the world's never felt.
Notice my color explosion iris's
and your green thoughts and hands
whilst you slump up straight
I'd awkwardly stand
Then I experiment with I
and forget about you
I am an unique machine
Built like new
Cogs and wheels
like the ones in a clock
except time is not moving
and all the seconds have stopped
As meaningful as a footprint
left in grains of sand
as is placing a dollar
in the homeless mans hand
When we touch it's as if all of my mind quarreling has ended and my heart yawns and lies in a hammock of comfort.
When i see you, my eyes tell my soul to notice.
Faith is walking through your house with the lights off, and closing your eyes as well.
posted by Julie at 12:32 a.m.
2 Comments:
WOW. i love the part about the hammock, and also the bit about faith... so many metaphors, yet it all works very well together. it's been awhile, but i always eagerly await your next poem! you're so talented dear julie. i miss you! please write me when you can and let me know how i can pray for you. may Jesus lift your heart and fill your mind. em.
Great work.
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