Your voice drifts in Softly, lingering in the air Between me and the kitchen It doesn’t matter What words you speak I am easily entranced It soothes me Calming my ragged edges Dulling the sharp pieces Your voice has become A sound that belongs One that I’ll keep forever I needContinue reading “Your Voice”
Tag Archives: Poetry
Awe
I am in awe of you
The way you think
And teach
Red Curls
This poem is about a feeling I’m not sure that you’re supposed to start this way But here we are This poem is about the way the sun dances Dances with each vibrant curl Catching red and gold and copper as it goes This poem is about the dapples across your body EachContinue reading “Red Curls”
Riot of Sound
If I am silence Then you Are the embodiment of sound This comparison is something Of a stretch Silence not being in my nature But nevertheless You are the sound To my silence Every single thing you do Comes with a soundtrack Tapping, whistling, singing, humming You are vibrant and fullContinue reading “Riot of Sound”
An Ode to Orange Terror
I’ve never met a cat like you You’re upside down Backwards; empty of that cat intellect I’ve never met anyone So dedicated To benign terror You are a lurker A getter A sneak-attacker That is not to say That you are particularly skilled At this mantel you’ve taken up The orangeContinue reading “An Ode to Orange Terror”
Istanbul
There is no end To the ways That I miss you I miss your sounds The way your residents drive Horns blaring and rules thrown out I miss the cats that lurk across campus And the dogs Dogs wandering aimless on every street corner Food here cannot compare To the vendors inContinue reading “Istanbul”
Stable
I seek stability Searching and searching Through every aspect of my life I’ve built support systems Systems miles wide To ensure that I am stable I never thought I’d find stability In something so precarious As love But here you are With freely-flowing words And ever-present connection You ebb and flowContinue reading “Stable”
Sweaters
I am made of sweaters Layers and layers of fabric Soft at the core of my being The outermost sweater is woolen Rough and scratchy Abrasively cold from the weather The innermost sweater is thick and soft Creamy and rich Decadent in size, shape, and color Both are me, whether I like it orContinue reading “Sweaters”
Except
How do I tell someone about my day? By all accounts, it was an average day. It was uneventful, fun even, from the right angle. I laughed, I was serious, I took notes. I’m in college and I had a normal college day. Except. Except the looming existential dread. Except the intense fear that everythingContinue reading “Except”
In Search of a Story 