Tag: poetry

Bottom

I can see the bottom.

It is not deep enough here we are going to get stuck.

Scrape long furrows into the aluminum bottom

And stop.

We can’t go further.

Oars might get us over this rock but not the next.

It’s getting dark and we are far from shore.

Fear creeps up in waves.

Threatening to build, threatening to crash

Crash over us all and drag us down.

Without a boat we will lose each other.

In the dark we may end up miles apart.

If we don’t drown

If we don’t freeze

Do we wait out the night?

Not if tomorrow will just be the same.

The Earth will not shift while we shiver slumber.

The rocks will still be here at dawn.

May as well fight the bottom, the cold and the night

if the fear of them won’ t keep us warm.

After just one day of having this blog, and after reconnecting with Brene Brown I am sharing more with you. Happy Sunday, here’s a poem that I wrote.

Soft

Never date a hedonist

or at least never partner your life with theirs

Their comfort is paramount and abhors

hard conversations necessary for partnership

Oh the parties!

Oh the sex!

Oh the drugs!

Oh the outrageous conversation!

But when those things open doors to places you can’t navigate alone

it’s no longer anything goes.

The things you need are not fun, are not pleasurable

This is a pleasure palace that is what we do here.

No time for your nonsense.

No space for your pain

The flip side though, your comfort for their hard places is of course welcome

Your gentle handling of sore spots and ugly behavior

Feel so good.

Oh please don’t stop, don’t stop!

Being seen by you feels good

Being touched by you feels so good

Being heard by you bliss

Being understood divine

They might teach you how to love yourself though

… then you will love yourself enough to leave