Again, here and now


Promised myself I would never peep under the ochre sheets
of those loud southern sunsets, never pick at that old dream
still smelling like stale wisterias under a blue husk.

Look where my heart has gone again,
and again and again and again
to those salty words you said in a sleepy cedar forest,
tied me forever to the seawinds, that here and now,
to you.

I’m afraid I may actually be empty
like an ashy tree hollowed out by snow
but I’ll find folds to bury this moment so I may never find it again.

©Lipstickandmiracles 2016 

In response to Discover Challenge Here and Now


Author: lipstick&miracles

A poet-writer-dreamer who wants to share her collection of bright and quiet miracles strung together through travel, reading, writing, doodling and the rest of it. Shapes and words that make her heart skip a beat... and maybe yours too?

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