It’s not me crying wolf this time
It’s me surrendering
Caving
Letting go
of the illusion
that True Love is
all shiny
and hot
and spicy
and perfect
Always love has been
just out of…
reach
Why?
Because it wasn’t real
Love is in the bed
I’ve made for myself
Love is in you
I get it now
This game of
musical chairs
is over
The spinning
bottle has
landed on you
And you look just
like me,
I’m free
Tag: Poetry
Teetering
I’ll get to the root of this
Bear all my longings for laughter
Pick fruit after fruit
None yet ripe
Step on one-million tiny
things, oblivious
Crawl to the truth
Cry wolf
Struggle to hold
my head up
Climb a big hill
Walk the plank
a thousand times
But I’ll never step
over the edge,
I’ll get
to the
root
of
this.
Give & Ye Shall
In the moonlight
my most sacred wishes
tumble out like a star giving birth,
filling my world with a million grains
of newborn hope
On the river a
moonglade reflects
back to me my most
incomprehensible
sins and shortcomings
and also reveals my
strengths and gifts
At dawn I wake
knowing the Universe
has slaved on my behalf
and today,
if I give all that
I wish to receive–
Love, communication, security,
I will dance in my hearts
grandest creation yet
When? Why? How?
When do I get it?
Tomorrow?
Next week?
Next decade?
When does it pay off
for me?
Like it did for
him, for her
When do I get the
night-lighted hallway,
socks on the kitchen floor,
invitations for him and her
Mr. and Mrs.
Sunday dinners and
being tucked into bed and
tucking in
Haven’t I given and
asked to be gotten?
When did I slip through
the cracks?
Was it when I ran?
Swam, drove away,
slamming doors?
Was it when I didn’t say I do?
Was it when I said I don’t?
I don’t remember you asking
Dear Loan Payment Collector
Fuck me
every which
way you can
Sideways
upside-down
in the light
in the dark
in the candlelight
while I’m sleeping
You fuck me a lot then
When I can’t pay you,
charge me double
triple, quadruple
Call it what you want
but fuck me every which
way you can
I Beg Silence
Your silence isn’t loud anymore
Fact it’s as if you aren’t even here
I’m not fitting into anyone’s picture
but my own
My future a blank canvas, framed
The pieces of you all wrong
I smile, you frown
I frown and I cry
I send a prayer in the wind
My heart is a flame
Emotions a brook
The corners are plenty
and I fear a loss of the little
genius I once had
I opened myself up
I said the wrong thing
I beg silence as I navigate
these sharp edges
I close off emotionally
before you can explore
behind my green eyes
Waves must crash in
order to rise again
Oh The Waters of You
A poem inspired by and dedicated to the
Granite Mountain Hot Shot Crew of Prescott, Arizona
Wild Spirit fly
Take with you that
golden of a person
that ocean of wonder and
bravery inside of you,
always crashing and ebbing
and flowing, oh the waters of you.
Remember those rare enough to charter you
The few who got you
Heaven’s sunsets will
be untouchable
Grace us with
your light,
your peace
Old Soul,
Wild One
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What is useful anymore
I do not know
What has value vs.
what to throw
How can it be
given the years
I’ve seen that
the girl inside
I do not know
To No One In Particular
Adorable One
You no longer
serve me
You are as
strange as a
flower in the wind
Starting now I will
look for strength
instead of Face
A face does little
but cause trouble
reiterating the shallow
laws of society
Your mask no
longer serves you
Arrogant One,
Beautiful One
TERAH RACHELLE VAN DUSEN 