Syncopated
been away from blogging. sorting through heaviness. shifting priorities.
been wanting movement. to pack my things and go. the rhythm become too familiar.
then i remembered what a friend said,
bring movement to where you at. No need to go elsewhere. word.
but what's movement without sore limbs?
words no longer bring comfort. i need touch. (the good kind)
he said, let's make this work. cuz we in sync, flaca.
but no poetry here. so I walked.
plenty of words. still no touch.
(the good kind, I mean)
been writing. to watch pen on paper.
holding on to it tight. this pen. this paper. these words.
for what, she asks.
a different flow, I say.
for love.
but who will kiss my hands
hold my tired feet?
who will walk with me
touch me good love
me off beat?
been away from blogging. sorting through heaviness. shifting priorities.
been wanting movement. to pack my things and go. the rhythm become too familiar.
then i remembered what a friend said,
bring movement to where you at. No need to go elsewhere. word.
but what's movement without sore limbs?
words no longer bring comfort. i need touch. (the good kind)
he said, let's make this work. cuz we in sync, flaca.
but no poetry here. so I walked.
plenty of words. still no touch.
(the good kind, I mean)
been writing. to watch pen on paper.
holding on to it tight. this pen. this paper. these words.
for what, she asks.
a different flow, I say.
for love.
but who will kiss my hands
hold my tired feet?
who will walk with me
touch me good love
me off beat?
posted by pomegranate queen at 1/29/2009
3 Comments:
Oh my. Que bonito (so pretty). So you're a flaca too, huh?
I hear you . This is beautiful. The theme movement has been coming up quite a bit around bfp's blog and also in my mind for a couple of weeks now (body, different ways of writing, healthy relationship building, nourishment, love and self-love. So glad to see you writing whenever you do.
xoxo,
next time i see you, foot rub's on me!
but seriously, lovely and thoughtly and vulnerable - thank you for sharing, it helps me be/do the same.
love
"but who will kiss my hands
hold my tired feet?
who will walk with me
touch me good love
me off beat?"
i haven't felt a piece of writing like this in a minute.
word.
s.s.
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